Late last Monday evening, I listened to the new Prime Minister of Canada, The Right Honourable Justin Trudeau, deliver a moving victory speech.

After plopping into bed, a gale force thought swirled around in my brain.

God, I can’t do that! The last thing I want to do is write a letter to the Prime Minister.

I tossed and turned. Finally, I drifted into a restless sleep.  

The next morning, the same thought torpedoed my brain. The mere thought of contacting the Prime Minister (of all people) made me nauseous.

 

For days, I couldn’t focus on my art or my writing, and I couldn’t sleep either.

Okay, I’ll do it. I leaped into my suit of faith. You do know, Lord, I have no clue what I’m supposed to write.

And then, words began to flow.

 

Dear Prime Minister Trudeau:

Congratulations on becoming Canada’s 23rd Prime Minister.

Moved by your powerful victory speech, I was compelled to write.

Like you, my maternal grandparents believed, “We can make anything happen if we put our minds to it.”

With a few suitcases and a toddler in tow, they left their homeland, Finland, and immigrated to Canada—a land that promised freedom and a bright future for their offspring. And because of their great sacrifice, I can proudly say, “I am a Canadian.”

I was also pleased to hear you say, “We know in our bones that Canada was built by people from all corners of the world who worship every faith, who belong to every culture, who speak every language. We believe in our hearts that this country’s unique diversity is a blessing.”

Indeed, our country’s unique diversity is a blessing as was evidenced when you spoke of the practicing Muslim mother you encountered on your campaign trail—the young mom who has the freedom to wear a hijab headscarf, the one who touched you when she said, “She’s voting for you because she wants to make sure that her little girl has the right to make her own choices in life and that her government will protect those rights.”

I also want my grandchildren’s choices and rights protected, but sadly, last year, my eight-year-old granddaughter’s basic human rights were usurped. When her teacher spotted a cross dangling from my granddaughter’s necklace she told her to tuck the cross under her blouse, and then she told her she must never wear it to school again as it may “offend” other faiths.

It saddens my heart knowing my granddaughter and other Christian children in the public school system have lost the right:

• to bring a Bible to school,
• to wear a cross,
• to recite the Lord’s Prayer, and
• to opt out of Sex-Ed classes, those that contradict timeless, biblical principles.

I humbly request that our new government revisit my dire concerns, as I too, believe it’s time for a change, REAL change that will guarantee religious freedom for “all” Canadians.

Respectfully,

Tracy Campbell

I mailed the letter with my card shown below.

Printed on the left inside of the card is the following quote:

“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe.” – Anatole France

I have no clue what will happen next, I just believe that…

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” – Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)

I urge you to write to your government. Be “Ewe-Neek” and take a stand for what’s right.

Blessings,

Tracy

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