insisted  that  Jesus  was  only  human,  not  the  Son  of  God.  Bauer  wrote  to  his  friend Arnold Ruge, also a friend of Marx and Engels, on December 6, 1841:

I deliver lectures here at the university before a large audience. I don’t recognize myself when I pronounce my blasphemies from the pulpit. They are so great that these children, whom nobody should offend, have their hair standing on end.  While delivering the blasphemies, I remember how I work piously at home writing an apology of the holy Scriptures and of the Revelation. In any case, it is a very bad demon that possesses me as often as I ascend the pulpit, and I am so weak that I am compelled to yield to him My spirit of blasphemy will be satisfied only if I am authorized to preach openly as professor of the atheistic system.

The man who convinced him to become a Communist was the same Moses Hess who had previously convinced Marx. Hess wrote, after meeting Engels in Cologne,

He parted from me as an overzealous Communist. This is how I produce ravages…

To produce ravages-was this Hess’s supreme purpose in life? It is Lucifer’s, too.

The traces of having been a Christian never disappeared from Engels ‘s mind. In 1865 he expressed his admiration for the song of the Reformation, “A Mighty Fortress Is Our  God,”  calling  it   “a  triumphal  hymn  which  became  the  Marseillaise  of  the sixteenth century.” There are also other such pro-Christian statements from his pen.

The tragedy of Engels is moving, and even more gripping than that of Marx. Here is a wonderful Christian poem written in his youth by the man who would later become Marx’s greatest accomplice in the attempted destruction of religion:

Lord Jesus Christ, Gods only son,

O step down from Thy heavenly throne

And save my soul for me.

Come down in all Thy blessedness.

Light of Thy Fathers holiness,

Grant that I may choose Thee.

Lovely, splendid, without sorrow is the joy

with which we raise, Saviour, unto Thee our praise.

And when I draw my dying breath

And must endure the pangs of death,

Firm to Thee may I hold;

That when my eyes with dark are filled

And when my beating heart is stilled,

In Thee shall I grow cold.

Up in Heaven shall my spirit praise

Thy name eternally,

Since it lies safe in Thee.

O were the time of joy but nigh

When from Thy loving bosom

I Might draw new life that warms.

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