Sing a Little Louder or Live a Little Better?

Do you ever stop to think about the disconnect that can happen between what we sing and talk about at church and how we actually live our lives? I remember a few years back singing a line from a chorus that said “In all I do, I honor You.” Suddenly, the thought came to mind that what I was singing did not match my devotion that day.  I am afraid we never lie more than when we sing our songs in church.

After a speech, pro-life activist Penny Lea was approached by an old man with a German accent . Weeping, he told her the following story:

“I lived in Germany during the Nazi holocaust. I considered myself a Christian. I attended church since I was a small boy. We had heard the stories of what was happening to the Jews, but like most people today in this country, we tried to distance ourselves from the reality of what was really taking place. What could anyone do to stop it?

A railroad track ran behind our small church, and each Sunday morning we would hear the whistle from a distance and then the clacking of the wheels moving over the track. We became disturbed when one Sunday we noticed cries coming from the train as it passed by. We grimly realized that the train was carrying Jews. They were like cattle in those cars!

Week after week that train whistle would blow. We would dread to hear the sound of those old wheels because we knew that the Jews would begin to cry out to us as they passed our church. It was so terribly disturbing! We could do nothing to help these poor miserable people, yet their screams tormented us. We knew exactly at what time that whistle would blow, and we decided the only way to keep from being so disturbed by the cries was to start singing our hymns. By the time that train came rumbling past the church yard, we were singing at the top of our voices. If some of the screams reached our ears, we’d just sing a little louder until we could hear them no more. Years have passed and no one talks about it much anymore, but I still hear that train whistle in my sleep. I can still hear them crying out for help. God forgive all of us who called ourselves Christians, yet did nothing to intervene.

Now, so many years later, I see it happening all over again in America. God forgive you as Americans for you have blocked out the screams of millions of your own children. The holocaust is here. The response is the same as it was in my country—Silence!

While this tragic story was applied by the man to the abortion holocaust in America, it also speaks to the negligence of the church to seek to save lost souls from hell. May our generation not be so busy spending time in activity that we miss the cries of the hurting. May we not be guilty of singing about our great salvation and at the same time tell no one. Tell someone about Jesus, won’t you?

(This story was adapted from a pamphlet from Penny Lea’s ministry)

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