THE WHEELS AND THE WHISTLE

THE WHEELS AND THE WHISTLE
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

A summarized story of a German man who lived in Nazi Germany:
“I lived in Germany during the Nazi Holocaust. I considered myself a Christian. We heard stories of what was happening to the Jews, but we tried to distance ourselves from it, because what could anyone do to stop it?
A railroad track ran behind our small church and each Sunday morning we could hear the whistle in the distance and then the wheels coming over the tracks. We became disturbed when we heard the cries coming from the train as it passed by. We realized that it was carrying Jews like cattle in the cars!
Week after week the whistle would blow. We dreaded to hear the sound of those wheels because we knew that we would hear the cries of the Jews en route to a death camp. Their screams would torment us.
We knew the time the train was coming and when we heard the whistle blow we began singing hymns. By the time the train came past our church we were singing at the top of our voices. If we heard the screams, we sang more loudly and soon we heard them no more.
Years have passed and no one talks about it anymore. But I still hear that train whistle in my sleep. God forgive me; forgive all of us who called ourselves Christians yet did nothing to intervene.”

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The train whistle is God’s word in our lives.
When we choose to drown out its voice through the mechanics of hymn singing, pew sitting, and pretense of moral virtue, while continuing to violate God’s holy and righteous standard for living we lose our sense of calling, mission, and purpose in this world.
We also jeopardize our communion and commitment to Christ.
To hear the voice of the lost and dying and to rescue “the perishing” from the flame remains the ardent and ultimate desire of God for our lives.
Sin paralyzes the soul and mind and deadens its sensitivity to God’s voice.
We must be in earnest in our attempt to guard our hearts from every hindrance that threatens the voice of God in our lives.
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God forgive me;
 forgive all of us who call ourselves Christians yet do nothing to intervene in the lives of the lost.
May we hear the sound of the wheels,
May we respond to the sound of the whistle,
And get on board.
Return a sensitivity to our wandering minds and hearts and make our eyes and ears attune to You ... once more.
Amen.
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Then He said to them, "The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few; therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest. Go your way; behold, I send you out as lambs among wolves."
Luke 10:2