I was thinking about the atrocities committed against my people. This brought me to a place of despair because I realized how much shame and guilt we are carrying as God’s people. The world seems to hate us, and yet we are God’s chosen ones. I fell on my knees crying to God and begging him to remove our shame and guilt and to restore the glory he had bestowed upon us at the beginning.
I had spent an evening listening to my friend’s Jewish mother tell me how she survived the Holocaust. I don’t remember most of this dream.