AFTER A SPEECH, PRO-LIFE ACTIVIST PENNY LEE 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 on 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!"

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COMMENTARY

By publisher PENNY LEA

Have you ever wondered HOW people could have stood by and let the holocaust just happen?  Do you wonder why the Christians in this 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.  The past 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.   The Holocaust is here."

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, all 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 right now!

Babies are being aborted UP UNTIL THE DAY OF BIRTH in this country.   Their organs and brains are "harvested" for use in medical experimentation.  I Wichita, Kansas, the smoke stack from the furnace of Dr. Tiller's abortion clinic belches out black smoke and the sickening smell of burning flesh.   These are the bodies of 7th, 8th and 9th month old babies being "disposed of."

If the Christians in the old man's church had done something, they would have probably been killed.  That is not the case with us.  We don't even have that as an 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.

THE PASSENGER

by Penny Lea

I found myself in danger, 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.
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've done it to me."

JESUS CHRIST

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