Expect The Unexpected

- on the 2nd Anniversary of the Truckers Freedom Convoy

There was a time in recent memory when the covid tyranny in Canada was held up as an example of crushing, cruel state control, second only to the gulag down under (Australia and New Zealand) and perhaps some American States (California, NY etc).

Canada’s “blackface” prime minister Trudeau was gloating about his new found power and was busy dividing Canadians into regular people and untouchables (aka unvaccinated). Mandates seemed to multiply by the hour and Trudeau and the provincial premiers were smugly strutting about like peacocks in a park. The tyranny seemed entrenched, unstoppable.

And then, approximately about this time, two years ago, the Freedom Convoy rolled in.

(I wrote about this a year ago, on its first anniversary).

Seemingly out of the blue, like a fresh Cavalry riding in to relieve tired and browbeaten troops of the insurgent army of freedom fighters, the Canadian Truckers Freedom Convoy roared across the country. It roared across the prairies, through our cities, across mountains and through the magnificent Canadian wilderness. But soon, it also roared in from other parts of this vast country. Across the length of this long suffering nation, in the freezing temperatures of a very cold winter, crowds of Canadians also roared and cheered the Freedom Convoy on -  by the side of the roads, in our cities and villages and towns - and on overpasses and bridges huge banners and all sizes of flags were raised and waved with lusty gusto. It was a magical time.

The convoy reached Ottawa - and in a flurry of history, one momentous event followed another. It was as if history was impatient to be made.

The Conservative party of Canada quickly got rid of its leader and a few brave Conservative MPs even came out to Ottawa and met with the peaceful protestors.

The Freedom Convoy had changed the leader of the official opposition and had altered the political discourse.

More than 2,000 km away to the West and within a few days of the Freedom Convoy and peaceful protestors reaching Ottawa, the Premier of Saskatchewan, Scott Moe blinked. Abruptly, the mandates were all lifted in Saskatchewan - the first such release from tyranny for any of the oppressed peoples in the Western world. One by one the dominoes started to fall - Alberta, Ontario, many American states, the UK etc. all followed. The spell had been broken. The Canadian Truckers Freedom Convoy had another big feather in its glorious cap of freedom.

A very nervous and heavily vaccinated Justin Trudeau reported sick with covid (again) and disappeared from Ottawa. In his secret bunker, well away from his own people (all tyrants fear their own people), he plotted diabolical ways and means by which to hit back against the Freedom Convoy. An “emergency” was declared - and for a few days, it appeared that the dying Blackface Trudeau regime like a cornered rat, was baring its fangs.

Various branches of the Canadian police beat up the peaceful protestors (and in so doing, lost the support forever of the one group whose support they could count on in the past). In concert, Justin Blackface Trudeau’s supremely irritating midget deputy prime minister started freezing bank accounts of Canadians.

And then, there was that “deer in the headlights” look as a flustered, terrified Trudeau faced the cameras and lifted the emergency within a week of its being declared. But the mandates were not coming back - the Rubicon had been crossed. The Freedom Convoy and the peaceful protestors had achieved (within a very short time), yet another milestone - that of making the tyranny look ridiculously weak, a paper tiger no less.

You see, none of this was expected. No-one in all the world had imagined that the Canadians of all people (those gentle, polite and ever profusely apologizing people of the North) would rise like tigers with a collective, fearsome roar that would peacefully bring down an entrenched tyranny. And that they would do this with a brilliantly conceived and executed campaign of civil disobedience. Nobody thought that possible. And yet, in the Wisdom of God, that is exactly what happened.

In early January this year, the good and learned Canadian Federal judge Richard Moseley delivered a judgement for the ages. No-one saw it coming.

The learned judge concluded that Justin Blackface Trudeau’s emergency was unconstitutional, that it violated the Charter rights of Canadians, that it was unreasonable and unjustifiable. Like Gratiano to Portia in Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice, all freedom loving Canadians who had endured so much for so long sang out a hymn of praise to Judge Moseley: “O learned judge, O upright judge.”

Canada had done it again. Many smaller, but very significant judgements in favour of freedom had been rendered (mainly) in the United States, in the UK and (a very few) even in Canada. But there had been no judgment yet as sweeping in its reach and scathing in its condemnation of the Government, as meticulously dismantling the rationale of a totalitarian state, as gloriously sounding out the values of a free people - as the learned Judge Moseley’s judgement. And the robustness of its scholarly approach to constitutional jurisprudence is still being written about by lawyers and legal professors. It was not expected. Not in Canada. Not by a Canadian judge.

And yet it happened.

Those of us in the trenches of this epic and ongoing battle between the forces of freedom and the forces of tyranny should take heart. No tyranny lasts for ever and every tyranny has a defined life-span.

The completely unexpected turns of events in Canadian social, political and judicial life in our favour should convince us that if we are faithful and tenacious and patient, God will move in unexpected ways to set us free.

For those who believe, He is “able to do far more than we can ask or imagine.”

Let us hold fast, never flagging, ever believing, never tiring.

He comes “to heal the broken hearted and set the captive free.”