Occasionally, one stumbles upon a piece of truly astonishing reporting. Douglas Murray has just penned one such piece in The Spectator, about the ongoing slaughter of Christians in northern Nigeria:
Another day in northern Nigeria, another Christian village reeling from an attack by the Muslim Fulani herdsmen who used to be their neighbours — and who are now cleansing them from the area. The locals daren’t collect the freshest bodies. Some who tried earlier have already been killed, spotted by the waiting militia and hacked down or shot. The Fulani are watching everything closely from the surrounding mountains. Every week, their progress across the northern states of Plateau and Kaduna continues. Every week, more massacres — another village burned, its church razed, its inhabitants slaughtered, raped or chased away. A young woman, whose husband and two children have just been killed in front of her, tells me blankly, ‘Our parents told us about these people. But we lived in relative peace and we forgot what they said.’
It’s a wrenching read, which I recommend to everyone, but especially to those who might be inclined to offer a prayer for these extraordinary men, women, and children, faithful even unto death.