Dream Again — God Is Turning It While You’re Still in It
During our captivity, God promised to turn it—not when we came out of it, but while we were still in it. That’s the kind of God we serve. He doesn’t wait until the story looks pretty; He begins the transformation in the middle of the mess. And right there, He whispers a word to your weary spirit: Dream again.
I can only imagine the days our enslaved ancestors must have cried—mourning their stolen freedom, their broken families, their lost dreams. The women wept for their children. The men wept for their strength. And yet, amid the torment, they sang. They sang songs of hope, of deliverance, of a God they refused to let go of—even when their oppressors twisted His Word.
They believed that one day, things would be different. One day, their sons and daughters would walk free. One day, their prayers would find answers in generations they would never meet. They were dreaming not just for themselves—but for us.
God heard those songs. He collected those tears. And He’s answering through our lives today.
Genesis 4:9–12 reminds us that blood has a voice. Abel’s blood cried out from the ground, and God responded. Likewise, the blood of our ancestors still cries out—for justice, for restoration, for divine vindication. Their cries didn’t fade into the soil—they rose into Heaven. And now, God is responding through a generation that carries their mantle. We are the living fulfillment of their faith.
Isaiah 42:22 says, “But this is a people robbed and plundered… yet no one says, ‘Restore!’” But today, we are saying it. We are the ones crying out, “Lord, restore!” We are the ones daring to believe that the same God who turned captivity for Zion is turning it for us—right now.
For those who allowed God to shape them in the fire of captivity, this next season will be marked by laughter, singing, and joy. Psalm 126 says, “When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.” That means the turnaround was so miraculous, they could hardly believe it was real. Their tears became the seed of their joy.
Some of you have been in long seasons of waiting—years of sowing in tears, years of praying through pain, years of wondering if God still sees you. But I hear the Spirit of the Lord saying, “I am turning it now.” Not later. Not someday. Now.
God is judging the spiritual enemies of our ancestors—the systems, the spirits, the cycles that tried to silence their legacy. And He is raising up men and women in this generation who will become the answer to their forefathers’ prayers. You and I are walking proof that God remembers His covenant through the bloodline.
Abraham was told that his descendants would be enslaved for four hundred years, but in the fourth generation, they would return to the promise. And here I stand, a fourth-generation descendant of my late great-grandfather, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. Nearly twenty years ago, God turned my captivity amid a season of personal pain. I had to wait—just like Abraham. But what God has waited generations to reveal is now being made manifest through me, through you, and through those who refuse to stop believing.
It’s the fullness of time.
Even if you’re still in the middle of your captivity, God is turning it now. Your tears have watered the soil of your destiny. Your faith has become the bridge between generations. So, lift your head, dry your eyes, and dream again—because God is not waiting for you to come out. He’s moving right where you are.
🌾 “They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.” — Psalm 126:5