The Passenger

This poem is a follow-up to the previous post.

I found myself in anger, I cried out in despair.I prayed, "Lord let them hear me! Let just one person care!"

I raised my voice to heaven as the train kept moving on, as we passed behind the church yard! I could hear the worship songs.

I cried out all the louder to the Christians there inside, but they raised the chorus louder not hearing me outside.

I knew they heard the whistle and the clacking of the tracks. They knew that I was going to die and still they turned their backs.

I said, "Father in heaven how can your people be so very hard of
hearing to the cry of one like me? I shouted, "Please have mercy! Just a prayer
before I die!" But they sang a little louder to the Holy One on High.

They raised their hands to Heaven but the blood was dripping down. The blood of all the innocent their voices tried to drown.

They have devotions daily, they function in My Name, and they never even realized it was I upon that train.--Penny Lea

Sing A Little Louder

"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 the 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 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 the 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 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." --By Penny Lea

I had lunch with Jesse today and he told me the above story. I got chills as I listened. Can you hear the warning to the church in the West today?

Finding Grace

This is excellent. I loved the music choice.

WE'RE BAAACK!

We got back home late Jan. 1st from an 11 day road trip. The whole trip went way better than expected as we felt Father's hand on us for every step of the journey. Physically and spiritually I left for the trip feeling pretty empty. I was actually more worn down than I realized so I was amazed to see Father use us as much as He did. There is a lesson to be learned here.

Here are a few pics with the family we stayed with along the way:


This is my sister and her family. We spent Christmas with them. They really love Jesus. Lots of peace and rest here.

It was great! They live in a little Midwest town, Brookville, near Dayton.

Ths is my nephew Chris. I hear he goes to college but judging by his skills on guitar hero I have my doubts! Nick and Josh learned this game from the master and spent about 6 hours a day playing it while we were there.


Then it was off to Akron for some time with Kim's brother and his family. It has been a few years since we had been up their way. The time with them was great. Fortunately his daughter, Victoria, got guitar hero for Christmas so Nick and Josh were more than content!


We got in a lil hoops at a nearby playground while we were there.

From Akron we headed back south to Cincinnati and some time with our Grubby Kupp family. We always have a great time with Lew, Judy and the crew. Our kids all play so well together we rarily see them unless they are hungry.

Guys we loved the time seeking the Lord together around your table. We hammered out some good stuff!

We finished our travels with a quick stop in Lexington to visit my cousins. These are the folks that led me to the Lord many years ago. It was great seeing them again.

So we are home again. Tired but refreshed and encouraged.