I believe you have heard about the Christian county clerk who has been jailed for refusing to append her signature on marriage licences to gay couples.
I have been thinking about this for a while.

What would I have done if it were me?

Eziokwu is that I would have tendered my resignation letter as soon as I envisaged that I would be made to compromise my faith.

But, I am a doctor.

Let’s say I happen to specialise in Obstetrics and Gynaecology (which I am not planning to do, anyways) and the government happens to issue a law that I would be violating the rights of a woman who wants an abortion if I refuse to use these holy hands of mine to tear an innocent baby apart because his mother does not want him.

Chineke Nna bi n’eluigwe knows that I will not resign.

Lai Lai.

I will sit in that hospital and direct the murderer to another doctor willing to commit the heinous crime.

If I am sentenced to prison, I will jejely pack enough Viju milk, cakes and meat pies, pick my violin (my piano is too big, unfortunately), my big Bible and sing all the way to my cell.

Mordecai had the option of resigning from being the King’s security guard rather than bow his knees to Haman. He chose the extermination of his entire race, instead.

When Jesus asked his disciples to get him a Caesar’s coin, do you know what was written on it?

“Ti[berivs] Caesar Divi Avg[vsti] F[ilivs] Avgvstvs” (“Caesar Augustus Tiberius, son of the Divine Augustus”).”

It is common knowledge that Caesar claimed to be the son of God. 

Jesus said: “Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s; and unto God the things that are God’s.” (Matthew 22:21).

That is, give Caesar his coin but give worship to God and God alone.

So, if I happen to be in a strait, betwixt giving worship to Caesar and giving worship to Yaweh,

You already know my answer.

And if that means jail, then so be it.
Daalu nu.