Last Easter, I stood with my mates at a dawn service in a dusty country town, the kind of place where the pub and the church are still the heart of things. Kids clutched hot cross buns, old blokes in Akubras bowed their heads, and the pastor's voice carried over the paddocks, telling of a risen Christ. It hit me hard: this is Australia—our faith, our people, our way. But that Australia's slipping through our fingers. Secularism's got its claws in deep, ripping God out of our schools, our laws, our identity. Multiculturalism's being sold as the dream, but it's splintering us, pushing foreign values over the Christian heritage that built this nation. Easter's not just a long weekend with too much chocolate. It's a wake-up call—a resurrection moment to stand tall, reject the woke tide, and reclaim the Christian values that make Australia worth fighting for.
Let's not kid ourselves: our Christian soul's under siege. Look at what's happened in a generation. Prayers in schools? Gone, replaced with mindfulness nonsense or nothing at all. Easter services in public spaces? Too "divisive," they say, so we get "harmony festivals" instead. In Sydney, councils have tried rebranding Christmas and Easter as generic "holidays" to avoid ruffling feathers. It's not just local. The ABC, our taxpayer-funded broadcaster, bends over backwards to celebrate every cultural festival under the sun—except the ones tied to the Cross. Meanwhile, secular elites push laws that chip away at religious freedom, like telling Christian schools they can't hire staff who share their beliefs. And don't get me started on the gender ideology creeping into classrooms, confusing kids before they've even heard the Ten Commandments.
Then there's multiculturalism. Now, I'm all for a fair go, as everyone knows—Australia's always welcomed those willing to roll up their sleeves and join us. But what's happening now isn't mateship; it's a deliberate push to dilute our core. Politicians tell us to embrace "diversity" while ignoring how it fragments communities. In Melbourne's suburbs, you've got enclaves where English is a second language and Christian traditions are sidelined for imported customs like machete fighting! It's not about food stalls or festivals—that's fine. It's about losing the shared moral code that Christianity gave us: love your neighbour, do what's right, stand by your word. Without that, we're just a bunch of tribes sharing a postcode, not a nation. Globally, it's the same—Europe's churches are turning into mosques or museums, and Australia's not far behind if we don't act. Our Christian roots aren't just nice traditions; they're the foundation of our laws, our democracy, our sense of fairness. Rip that out, and what's left?
Easter's resurrection is our answer. Christ didn't just beat death; He showed the world that hope rises from the ashes. Australia needs that hope now—a spiritual and cultural revival to match the true grit we're famous for. Christianity isn't some foreign import; it's woven into our story. When the First Fleet landed, they held a Christian service under a gum tree. When diggers stormed Gallipoli, they carried pocket Bibles and prayers for home. Our hospitals, our charities, our idea of a "fair go"—they all sprang from the Gospel's call to love and sacrifice. Picture the outback farmer who rebuilds after a fire, the nurse who works through the night, the mate who drops everything to help a stranger. That's not just Aussie spirit; that's Christ's spirit, alive in us. If we let secularism and multiculturalism erode those values, we're not just losing church pews. We're losing the heart of what makes Australia worth defending—a nation of resilience, loyalty, and moral clarity.
The stakes are high, but Aussies don't back down from a fight. From the bush to the burbs, people are waking up. Think of the small-town churches packed out for Easter, defying the trend of empty pews. Or the parents in Queensland fighting to keep Christian education in schools, saying no to woke curriculums. Imagine a tradie named Mick, fed up with seeing his kids' school swap Easter for "inclusion days." He starts a petition, rallies his mates, gets the local pastor involved. That's the Aussie fightback—ordinary people saying, "Enough's enough."
You don't need to be a hero to join in. Start small. Take your family to an Easter service—let them hear the real story, not the sanitised version. Teach your kids about the Cross, about sacrifice, about standing firm. Write to your MP, back policies that protect religious freedom, and vote for leaders who aren't ashamed of our Christian roots. Support businesses that don't bow to the woke mob—buy your meat from the butcher who still calls it Easter, not "spring." It's not about forcing faith on anyone; it's about defending what's ours. Australia's not a blank slate; it's a nation forged in Christian fire, and every step you take to reclaim that is a step toward saving our identity.
This Easter, let's look to that empty tomb and see what's possible. Christ's victory wasn't a fluke—it was a promise that renewal is real. Australia can rise again, stronger, prouder, united by the values that carried us through wars, droughts, and hard yakka. Picture it: families filling churches, schools teaching kids the stories that shaped us, communities standing firm against the secular tide. No more apologising for who we are. No more bending the knee to agendas that tear us apart. Raise the Cross high—not to divide, but to rally us as one nation, under God, with a fair go for all who call Australia home. Easter's our moment. Let's resurrect our faith, our pride, our future.