It seems as if the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for some kind of resolution. Millions have uprooted themselves from their homes, willingly or unwillingly, and now are pushing to enter the homes of others all over the world. Some are seeking a better life, and some come with a hidden agenda of contempt for the homes they enter, a desire to destroy and uproot the calm, satisfied lives of people who don’t meet their moral or religious standards.

They are waiting, waiting on the sidelines, waiting to make their push, to break open the barriers that hold them at bay, a great force, like the lifting of the earth’s crust, a great, searing flood like lava, bright and destructive, sweeping away all in its path, re-forming and obliterating what came before.

Will the dikes hold? Or will those promoting the goodness, the moral rectitude, of destroying the dikes with our own hands be listened to?

There was a moment like this, years ago. Hitler demanded Czechoslovakia be turned over to him. Now, this bright little democracy had weapons. It had wonderful fortifications against attack. In fact, it had more and better weapons than the recently rearmed Germany. Together with France and England, it could have defeated Hitler. But the dikes gave way, and Britain and France destroyed with their own hands the containment of Hitler, and millions of people died because the barriers went down in cowardice and stupidity and wrong judgement.
Britain and France.

I am holding my breath. Will the dikes hold, or will the hordes be allowed to sweep in, a bloodless invasion that the average person feels will destroy his country and his way of life, and only the elites, those in charge, advocate out of purely personal motives that have nothing to do with the good of their nations?