This dream has hunted me for decades.
There are some things that time does not erase.
Sometimes the only way forward...
is by facing the past.
This is my story.
I lived in Germany during the Nazi Holocaust.
Our railroad track ran behind our small church.
And each Sunday morning at the exact same time...
we heard the whistle from the distance.
And then the clacking of the wheels 
moving over the track.
It was at the same time every Sunday.
We felt the rattling from the trail of cattle cars...
accompanied by the screeching of metal
that would echo through our church walls.
It was a Sunday in the spring...
that would change my life forever.
Jesus said,
“Do not resist an evildoer.”
“But if anyone strikes you on the right cheek...
turn the other also.“
Loving your enemy.
This is a far better way.
This is how we were called to live.
To understand this unnatural virtue...
we must look to Jesus Christ
as our model and our guide.
His weakness was his strength.
His silence his statement to the world.
We must pray for those who persecute us.
Prayer is the mechanism that
reaches heaven and moves mankind.
Prayer.
It's easy to underestimate prayer...
but...  but it's quiet action...
Let us out!
Help!
Let us out!
Help!
Christ...
Christ is...
Christ is a Prince of Peace.
Ah... as we better come to know Jesus...
we will learn...
we learn to choose... to choose as He chooses.
We...
we learn to love our enemies.
And allow God's peace to rule...
to rule within our hearts.
Help!
Help!
You help me!
Help!
Help me!
Go away!
Go away!
Years have passed and no one
talks about it much anymore.
I still hear the train whistling 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.
Subtitles
Chantal Roskamp and John B. Forest
