It is 2:00am and you are deep in sleep, warm and at peace in your bed. Suddenly you wake up to the sound of hammering on your front door, the sound of shouting. You jump out of bed and race for the door, your heart pounding, your eyes still bleary. Before you reach the door, it is torn off its hinges and flattened before you. You are face to face with men in black uniforms carrying guns. There are bright lights in your eyes. You begin to speak and then you feel the searing pain at the aside of your head then ... nothing! When you regain consciousness you are lying on the ground, you can feel the grass. It was not a dream - hours have passed. Your family are with you. They are distressed. They are bandaging up the wound on your head with strips of cloth from your son's T-shirt. It feels cold and damp. As your eyes begin to focus you see stars above. "Why are we outside? What's happening?" you whisper. With tears your wife says, "The government - they took everything! Our house, cars, clothes, food, money ... every­thing! Because we are Christians." In one day, your whole life has changed, radically, permanently. You are now criminalised, you are poor, unemployable, persecuted, an exile. You won't gather with your friends for church this Sunday. As a matter of fact, you don't even know where they are.
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