The battle is being lost.
Oh, not all at once—we’re compromising in small areas, but small areas lead to bigger ones. We’re letting in half-hearted soldiers who may turn traitor. We’re lowering our guns, inch by inch, until they do little more than pepper the ground in front of our feet.
I did a search on the Christian Book Distributors website for last year’s Christian fiction. There were many titles—mostly romances of some sort, a few of the mystery type, some historical. And of all the descriptions I read, only one—ONE—mentioned God.
What has happened to Christian fiction?
The simple answer is that Christ has been taken out. Yes, the books are ‘clean’ and there are references to God or prayer or church, but the redemptive work of Christ is often a side-plot at best.
I know this isn’t true of all Christian novels. There are still soldiers bravely standing, firing their guns at the enemy: the prince of this world. But so many stories are just that—stories. Stories that fail to challenge and inspire and shed Christ’s light to the lost and dying, that fail to lift up and encourage and strengthen the weary, wounded soul.
True Christian fiction isn’t popular anymore. I don’t expect my books to hit bestseller lists and make me a lot of money. But that’ s not why I write. And that’s not why any Christian should write.
For we who are truly saved by grace, having accepted Christ’s work on the cross as payment for our insurmountable debt, everything is about Christ. We did nothing to save ourselves, and we owe everything to Him: our hearts, our thoughts, our words … our very lives.
Nothing in this world is about you—it’s about Christ. Nothing is about your glory—it’s about Christ’s. (1 Corinthians 1:31)
That doesn’t make God a selfish tyrant. No one could ever believe that when they realise that He sent His only Son—a very part of Himself—to die for us. What greater love is there than a man laying down his life for his friend? Jesus gives us the answer in John 15:13.
There is no greater love, and God showed His love like that, though we are wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked. (Revelation 3:17)
Do we not owe Him the words we write? How can we not give Him a place in our stories—and not just any place, but the place of pre-eminence?
Let’s pick up our weapons again and fight this world of darkness! Our Captain is with us, His standard lifted high. Come, fellow soldier!