He Owns the Dust: Aware and Strong in Christ

Just as the dust settled, it was flung back up again by the hurried, panicked, quick steps of those who ran for their lives from Boko Haram’s latest attacks. Gathering what and whom they could, they ran from the violence as the insurgency shot at Nigerian militia. Like an ominous mass of demonic monsters, Boko Haram came in droves, shocking the people with their huge numbers, coming to take back what was once so evilly theirs. As the terrorists ascended, they brought with them the very things the Nigerian townspeople were trying to do away with, to forget: panic, incredulous fear, and the deep, haunting emotional trauma that scarred their hearts and minds. Just as victory was imminent, and freedom and relief were becoming a reality, Boko Haram’s vicious attacks upon the Nigerian people expressed one disheartening, somber truth: that though a severely heavy, horrible darkness has been lifted from them, the fight against such a malicious enemy and ideology is never truly over. Continue reading

“Hephzibah”: Women in the Eyes of Christ

The Nigerian military’s gunshots sounded like salvation. Like the sunrise after a stormy night, The gunshots and news of a quickly advancing group of soldiers filled captives in the Boko Haram camp with a mixture of confusion and fear, but most of all, joy– as Boko Haram terrorists were quickly sapped of their power and, in turn, their captives were filled with the strength to move. These captives, mainly women with children (both born and “adopted” alike, as many are orphans), had what only could’ve been divine strength as they boarded packed rescue vehicles or carried their malnourished children, walking in the military’s tire tracks. Continue reading