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?