When I say "Communists," I mean real Communists, Marxist-Leninist revolutionaries. Not like Obama or his teachers: they're no more "Communists" than Mickey Mouse or Miley Cyrus. We use the words "Communist" and "fascist" much too freely these days, without knowing what the genuine article is like. But this is May 1st, the official Marxist "International Workers' Day," and although you might not encounter too many genuine Marxists on the streets of your town, they haven't died off. Here's a picture taken on this date in London, one year ago:
In the 1950s or 1960s, a young man was jailed for his Communist activities. As he was preparing for parole, he wrote a letter to his longtime fiancée, breaking their engagement. Read what he said, and compare it to your own committment to the cause of Jesus Christ:
"We Communists have a high casualty rate. We are the ones who get shot and hung and ridiculed and fired from our jobs and in every other way made as uncomfortable as possible. A certain percentage of us get killed or imprisoned. We live in virtual poverty. We turn back to the Party every penny we make above what is absolutely necessary to keep us alive. We Communists do not have the time or the money for many movies or concerts or T-bone steaks or decent homes or new cars. We’ve been described as fanatics. We are fanatics. Our lives are dominated by one great, overshadowing factor: the struggle for world Communism. We have a philosophy of life which no amount of money could buy. We have a cause to fight for, a definite purpose in life. We subordinate our petty personal selves into a great movement of humanity; and if our personal lives seem hard or our egos appear to suffer through subordination to the party, then we are adequately compensated by the thought that each of us, in his small way, is contributing to something new and true and better for mankind. There is one thing in which I am in dead earnest about, and that is the Communist cause. It is my life, my business, my religion, my hobby, my sweetheart, my wife, my mistress, my bread and meat. I work at it in the daytime and dream of it at night. Its hold on me grows, not lessens, as time goes on; therefore, I cannot carry on a friendship, a love affair, or even a conversation without relating it to this force which both drives and guides my life. I evaluate people, looks, ideas, and actions according to how they affect the Communist cause, and by their attitude toward it. I’ve already been in jail because of my ideals, and if necessary, I’m ready to go before a firing squad."
Is that a fair description of the way you live your life as a Christian?
No offense. Just asking. The people in the above picture look pretty committed, carrying that banner and those red flags; but I wonder how the average American Christian looks, when he or she is not actually in church?
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the Christian church is full of people who, from dawn to midnight, work just as hard for Jesus Christ as this young Communist, who left the woman he loved in order to devote more energy to his pitiful, demonic "cause." I'm certainly not trying to make my brothers and sisters feel guilty, and I'm preaching at myself, too.
No, this little post won't make much of an impression. But certain words come to mind....
Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment (Mtt. 22:37-38).
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you (Mtt. 6:33).
Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God (1 Cor. 10:31).
For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them (Eph. 2:10).
Is that what we're doing? Or are we just sitting around with the remote control in our hand?