Sing A Little Louder
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 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 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!”
Have you ever wondered how people could have stood by and just let this happen? Do you wonder why the Christians in this true story chose to just sing their praise to God a little louder to drown out the victim’s cries?
The old man’s story is in the past – it cannot be changed. It is easy to think we would act differently now. But the old man’s last words are haunting: “It’s happening all over again in America with abortion.”
As American Christians, we have become so comfortable in our lovely buildings and padded pews. We have beautiful fellowship halls for our many banquets. We have the latest sound equipment for our praise and worship. We have computers to keep our records. We gather together each week and shut ourselves inside our buildings. We raise our voices as loud as we can in the name of God.
And yet, in the heavenly realm, our voices raised in praise are drowned out by screams of agony from millions of babies who are being executed before they are born. We can’t see them. We can’t hear them. But it is happening as you read this!
Babies are being aborted up until the day of birth in this country. Their organs and brains are “harvested” for use in medical experimentation. In Wichita, Kansas, the smoke stack from the furnace of Dr. Tiller’s abortion clinic belches black smoke and the sickening smell of burning flesh. These are the bodies of preborn 7th, 8th, and 9th month old babies being “disposed of.”
If the Christians in the old man’s church had done something, they probably would have been killed. That is not the case with us today. We don’t even have that excuse for our silence.
Years from now will you be like that old man trying to explain your apathy as millions were led away to slaughter in abortion clinics? Or will you raise your voice and cry out in protest for those who have no voice? The choice is yours. Read the list of things you can do on the last page and join the fight for the unborn!
Facts About Abortion
Fact: Up until the Partial-Birth Abortion Ban Act of 2003 in the United States it was legal to abort a baby up until the day of birth.
Fact: In a Partial Birth Abortion (D and X procedure) babies are “partially aborted” so the head is still in the cervix but the body is out. While in this position the live baby is still considered a “non-human” and has no protection under the law. The live baby’s brains are sucked out after being crushed by blunt instruments. Organs are harvested and sold to “researchers”. The baby receives no anesthesia and is alive until killed by the doctor.
Fact: Every day in America over 3,000 babies die painful deaths by suction abortion, dismemberment, being torn limb from limb, prostaglandin hormones and now by being brutally killed seconds before delivery.
Fact: Abortion has two victims – the baby and the mother. Many women who have abortions suffer both physically and mentally. Depression, anxiety, grief, infection, sterility and even death can result from abortion.
Fact: Nearly all abortions are done for reasons of convenience, not for any medical or physical reason.
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 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.
“For as much as you’ve done it to the least of my brethren, you have done it unto Me.”
But what can I do?
There may be no train tracks behind your church. No train rumbling by with voices crying out for help. Yet in every major city in America there are abortion clinics where unborn children are being killed.
Churches are reluctant to get involved because abortion is perceived as a “political” issue. It is too “controversial.” Yet, abortion has always been a moral issue and considered a sin. It has been thrust into the political arena only recently, just as killing Jews became “politicized” in Germany. Regardless of any politics involved, it is still a sin – and fighting sin is the Church’s domain.
What can you and your church do?
First – Pray. Pray for our country. Pray for our leaders. Pray for the people on the front lines in this battle – the counselors at Pregnancy Care Centers, the sidewalk counselors who take the truth to the abortion clinic doors, and the post abortion ministries that help women who have had abortions find Christ’s love and forgiveness.
Second – Educate yourself and those around you. The people who sat in the pews, singing loudly to drown out the pleas of those being led to death did not change the reality of the horror. They did not want to know the truth. Don’t be like them. Find out about abortion and share what you find with your friends and church members.
Third – Act. As a church, adopt a Pregnancy Care Center and have a baby shower. Volunteer your time at a maternity home, pregnancy center or other pro-life organization. If you can’t do that, leave literature in places where people will read it.
If the killing of over 3,000 unborn infants a day does not move the Church into action, what will? If we as Christians don’t speak out against shedding of innocent blood, who will?
Penny Lea, author of the poem and story is a well known pro-life speaker and writer. As director of the ministry I Believe in Life, she travels across the country sharing her story and educating people about the reality of abortion. If you would like to have Penny speak to your church or organization, or want a catalog of her literature and tapes, write or call her at: I Believe in Life, Box 3226, Boone, NC 28607 (828) 265-2663.
Reprinting of the story and poem is prohibited without written permission from I Believe in Life Ministry.