You were raised on the tears of your people. Their history of mortal pain and rejection is simply a part of your identity. The reasons provided for their hellish circumstances might had left you unimpressed, as in "Why can't we move past?" What is it about that implacable, calculating wall of hatred that hems you in? Flesh fails of explanation for the virulence of the disease.
Every solution under the sun has been offered and attempted. In fact, what kinds of paradigms have you managed to extract and fashion from the chaos? What vows have you made to yourself about who you are and what you believe?
Heaven and hell are about to be blown wide open right in front of your eyes. The God that you have heard about, read about, that seemed so mythical to reluctant minds, will remove the veil which prevents you from seeing. Whether you will or no, the truth will be supplied, by Him, in His mercy. What will it take to convince you He is worth it?
Will you surrender your dreams to the flames, which are the glory of our Lord? Will you make His dreams your own? Will you lift holy hands to praise Him in the midst of the war He wages? Then He will be both your anchor and your strength within. Your sacrifice to Him is only worth as much as it costs you to give it, and only means as much as you are willing to give it.
