Nigeria continues to feel the heat.  Not the kinda heat you’d feel in… oh, I dunno… an over-crowded bath-house.
Nudge.  Wink.

I’m talking serious heat.  International community heat.  The heat that sounds like this; accept homosexuality, or face the consequences of dwindling green-backs.

Fortunately for this western African nation, they refuse to budge on the issue.  And leading the charge?  Catholic bishops.  Good, stalwart, Catholic bishops.

God bless this tiny, insignificant, backwater country.  Oh, did I say “insignificant” and “backwater”?  For shame, for it would behoove Canadians to act accordingly under such intense pressure from cultural forces.

C’mon, sing with me!… “God bless, Nigeria!… land that I love!!…”

Just when you think Nigeria doesn’t really amount to a hill ‘o’ beans, we’re smashed over the head with the fact that the fruits of faith can have a profound effect on the people around us.

Allow me to introduce to you, the next “Tim Tebow of the NFL”.  His name is Prince Amukamara.  

Yup, he’s actually a prince.  Son of a Nigerian chief, dontcha know.  He don’t do soda.  Ix-nay on the ast-food fray.   He’s also never had a drink.  He’s engaged to be married, but has never had sex.  And most important of all – and we REALLY mean that here! – Prince Amukamara is Catholic.

Says Prince – “Everyone wants to be a playmaker and see themselves on the big screen.  But learning how to give a “maxout” performance for God has helped me give 100 percent on every play of the game no matter what the score is or how tired I might be.”

What a lesson, considering the uphill climb we people of faith MUST endure.  Sometimes, it’s borderline insanity opening up the pages to a full frontal assault on faith.

But little sister Nigeria’s doing it.  NFL’er Prince is doing it.

Damo.  Shut-up, and get going…  And put down the damn Doritos, while yer at it!