Our contact in Romania is Hungarian. There is a Hungarian-Romanian conflict that is still occurring. The Austria-Hungary empire was massive at one point. After World War I the empire collapsed. Land was dispersed. Land that was once Hungarian was no longer Hungarian. It became someone else’s land. Imagine having a massive empire where you were once the majority and then it collapses. Sending you to a place where you now have to conform to the new government’s ways and the majorities’ ways. The wounding from that to a large people group is serious. The leftover animosity decades later. During our stay in Targu Mures, we visited a Hungarian university. The person who gave us a tour of the campus said the students cannot speak in their native language at other universities so they built this one so that the students can study and learn in Hungarian instead of Romanian. We met another person on campus who says when Hungarians go into the government buildings they must speak Romanian. My contact says most Hungarians are basically taught from birth to hate Romanians. They carry that with them throughout their life. He says he was freed from this bitterness and found forgiveness. Now, he makes it one of his missions to restore the relationship between Hungarians and Romanians. From hearing my contact’s story and other’s, I felt God’s heart move for his people, the Hungarians. And for his country, Romania.
Romania the country. Hungarians the people. Years of previous power. numerous miles of conquered
land. Nationalistic pride. A fall, a defeat. A breakdown. An empire destroyed. A dispersing of land like the shattering of glass. A people scattered. What once was theirs is no longer theirs. Territories renamed. Brokenness. Bitterness. Tears shed. Angry blood flowing like a mighty river. Passing from generation to generation. Taught to carry the flag of pride. Wearing the past. Scars still open. Lines drawn by man. Separation. Discrimination. Wars. Fighting words that pierce. Policies, laws that destroy and take away your identity. A rebuilding. A restoration. A new hope. Beyond borders. Beyond boundaries. Redemption is here. the color of your land is blue. atonement of the lord is present. The color 
of your land is red. A new joy is arising. The color of your land is yellow. The land of this nation is washed in red. Washed in his blood
that was shed. To cover. To free. To redeem. To forgive. He’s erasing the boundary lines. The division that rests upon your land is fading. Life is not found in the rights you cry out for. Or in the preservation of what you believe is your’s. the unbudging determination. The hatred that follows. Permeating. It seems justified. But it’s like poison to your body. distorting your future. He’s healing the rape of a people and their land. He’s giving a new kingdom. One of heaven. A new land beyond borders boundaries or restrictions. The bitterness. The generational hatred. Those are borders. Those are Boundaries. You cry out for freedom yet place a prison upon your heart. He sees your plight. He provides the justice. He offers a kingdom not of this world but where you have to lose yourself. Lay down your rights. Your fist that pounds and pounds until it bleeds. Let the rolled up letter demanding retribution of something to cling to and call your own go from your hand. He begs you to let your fingers lose. Open your palm and let the past drift down the river, fall over the waterfall, and be crushed by the water of life. Open your palm and let the pain
drop to the ground. To hit the floor with a thud that echoes the weight carried by you upon your heart. Trade your tight gripped fist for an open palm. Receive the gift of forgiveness. In his kingdom there is no lack. No boundary lines. No division. Only abundance. Of him. Far greater than miles and miles of land of privileges and rights of this world. There you will find the freedom and rights you’ve been searching for. Better than any policy of this world. For in losing yourself to him you find an identity. One of a queen or king where you shall possess all that He has. A place beyond borders, beyond your nationality. A kingdom race.
