I considered the atrocities committed against my people. This made me despair because I realized how much shame and guilt we carry as God’s people. The world seems to hate us, 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 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 do not remember most of this dream.