The Victor Marx Story With God, All Things Are Possible by Victor Marx

Author:Victor Marx [Marx, Victor]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: All Things Are Possi, With God, The Victor Marx Story
Publisher: Onesimus Publishing
Published: 2010-12-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

A Life Changing Letter

I was sitting in my barracks when someone brought me a letter addressed to Vaughn Victor Kennedy Marx. The name “Marx” was written in lower-case letters. In the top left-hand corner of the envelope was the name Karl W. Marx. I stared at the envelope in disbelief. This was a letter from my biological father. I had only seen him a few times in my entire life. It’s difficult to describe the mingled emotions of curiosity and fear and pain and desire that were crowding through my brain. What would this “blood” stranger have to say? And why would he write me now? I first saw Karl Marx when I was six years old and our paths crossed several times after that. But the encounters were brief and trivial. My gut feeling was that this man meant nothing to me. I opened the envelope and nearly reacted with disgust when I read the first line.

“Dear Son.”

I’m not your son! I thought. “To whom it may concern” would be more appropriate.

I continued reading. He wrote with remorse about his decadent lifestyle. He was sorry about his mistakes and his apology seemed to be so sincere. He had been a wild man and had spent time in a mental hospital. Then my eyes locked onto one sentence:

“I know you’re going to think I’m crazy, but I’ve gone crazy for Jesus Christ.”

He then claimed to have become born again in Christ. I was speechless! This couldn’t be the same incorrigible old man who was hopelessly beyond redemption. At times I thought an empty beer can was worth more than the Karl that I knew. I didn’t even know the word “God” was in his vocabulary, except maybe in a string of dirty expletives.

Then Karl invited me to come and visit him. The invitation intrigued me. Plain logic and a ten second review of this man’s history would have caused me to squash that invitation, throw it in the rubbish, and never give another thought about this man. Instead I held that piece of paper tight while my thoughts wandered. What if the things he said were true? I remembered that my thirty-day leave was coming up. I took another glance at the handwritten words on that page. Suddenly my mind was made up. I was going to visit my father.

There was a stronger force than logic at work here. I believe I was beginning to hear God’s voice. This burning desire to see my father was strangely connected to the spiritual fire that was slowly growing in my heart. I was beginning to heed the call that God had placed on my life, to know Him and make Him known. I knew there would have to be some more changes in my life and I believed that God would make His plan clear to me in time. For now I needed to see Karl Marx. And I needed to wait for God’s plan to be revealed.

Then a wrench was thrown into my plans.

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