Sing A Little Louder

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by: Charles Harris

09/18/2017

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After a speech, pro-life activist Penny Lea was approached by an old man. 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.

"Their screams tormented us . . . If some of their screams reached our ears we'd just sing a little louder."




How many times do we as a church do this? How many times do we just sing a little louder, so not to hear the cries of a dying city?

WE come to church Sunday after Sunday for WHAT?

We get refreshed, renewed, transformed, and walk out of the service feeling we have accomplished everything we need to get us through another week. Now! don't get me wrong, we have to have that. We can't survive this life without it. What I am saying is time after time we get so caught up in what we need. Our troubles, our pain, our financial burdens, and never take what we have to the world outside. We never take the hope, the promise of salvation, a new beginning after being washed in Jesus blood out of from the four walls to a city that is lost and going to hell. We have become content to come and receive but not give out. No they may not be on a train, screaming for their lives but they are out there just the same. A young mother trying to figure out how she will feed her baby, a drunkard trying to lay down a device that has ruined his life, a young girl/boy cutting their wrist because they feel they aren't love and have no hope. They are there! JUST STOP AND LISTEN!

Let us not walk through this life a second longer wrapped in ourselves not focusing on what is going on around us. WE have the hope this town needs, WE have the joy that this town is seeking, WE have the knowledge of the one who saves.

Let us not just SING A LITTLE LOUDER but let us do something NOW!

Matthew 25:40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

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After a speech, pro-life activist Penny Lea was approached by an old man. 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.

"Their screams tormented us . . . If some of their screams reached our ears we'd just sing a little louder."




How many times do we as a church do this? How many times do we just sing a little louder, so not to hear the cries of a dying city?

WE come to church Sunday after Sunday for WHAT?

We get refreshed, renewed, transformed, and walk out of the service feeling we have accomplished everything we need to get us through another week. Now! don't get me wrong, we have to have that. We can't survive this life without it. What I am saying is time after time we get so caught up in what we need. Our troubles, our pain, our financial burdens, and never take what we have to the world outside. We never take the hope, the promise of salvation, a new beginning after being washed in Jesus blood out of from the four walls to a city that is lost and going to hell. We have become content to come and receive but not give out. No they may not be on a train, screaming for their lives but they are out there just the same. A young mother trying to figure out how she will feed her baby, a drunkard trying to lay down a device that has ruined his life, a young girl/boy cutting their wrist because they feel they aren't love and have no hope. They are there! JUST STOP AND LISTEN!

Let us not walk through this life a second longer wrapped in ourselves not focusing on what is going on around us. WE have the hope this town needs, WE have the joy that this town is seeking, WE have the knowledge of the one who saves.

Let us not just SING A LITTLE LOUDER but let us do something NOW!

Matthew 25:40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

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