In Long Beach, California, the Queen Mary stands as a silent witness to a profound transformation. Launched in the 1930s just 22yrs after the Titanic sank, it also was thought of as the pinnacle of luxury. This grand ship was designed to cradle 3,000 passengers in opulence, offering every conceivable comfort as it glided across the Atlantic. Its staterooms were sanctuaries of peace, its decks a playground for the privileged. But when World War II erupted, the Queen Mary’s purpose shifted dramatically. Stripped of its peacetime extravagance, it was refitted to carry 15,000 troops into the chaos of battle. Rooms once reserved for a single couple now bunked eight soldiers, the plush interiors replaced by the stark utility of war. Peacetime and wartime demanded entirely different postures—one of indulgence, the other of sacrifice.
This striking metaphor mirrors a truth too often ignored in our modern church worlds. We’ve grown accustomed to the luxury liner version of Christianity—comfortable pews, polished programs, and pristine buildings that invite us to settle in and stay. We’ve curated environments that feel like a spiritual retreat, where the coffee is hot, the donuts are plentiful, the worship is seamless, and the sermons soothe rather than convict. And there’s nothing inherently wrong with excellence in our gathering—when it’s offered to the glory of God. But the danger creeps in when we forget that we’re not sailing on a peacetime cruise. We’re living in a wartime reality, and the unsaved world around us is not lounging on the deck of the Queen Mary—they’re crammed into its wartime holds, battered by the storms of sin and despair, desperate for rescue.
C.S. Lewis, in his timeless work Mere Christianity, cuts to the heart of this dissonance: “Enemy-occupied territory—that is what this world is. Christianity is the story of how the rightful king has landed, you might say He landed in disguise, and is calling us all to take part in a great campaign of sabotage.” Lewis reminds us that we’re not merely passengers enjoying the ride; we’re enlisted in a cosmic battle. Yet how often do we act as though the war is over, or worse, as though it doesn’t concern us? We polish our spiritual staterooms while the cries of the lost echo outside our walls.
The gospel itself begins with a wartime dispatch: humanity stands under the judgment of God, “dead in [our] trespasses and sins” (Ephesians 2:1, ESV). It’s a grim diagnosis—rebellion has severed us from our Creator, and there’s no self-made remedy. But then comes the glorious counteroffensive: “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life” (John 3:16, ESV). Jesus stormed the enemy’s territory, lived the life we couldn’t, died the death we deserved, and now offers salvation as a free gift. This is not a message meant to be savored in isolation—it’s a battle cry to be shouted from the rooftops.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer, who knew the cost of faithfulness in a literal warzone, warned against the complacency that can settle over the church: “When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.” Bonhoeffer’s words sting because they expose our tendency to treat Christianity as a luxury liner ticket—a comfortable escape—rather than a call to lay down our lives for others. He understood that the gospel demands action, not just admiration. Paul embodied this urgency in Acts 20:31, declaring, “For three years I did not cease night or day to admonish every one with tears” (ESV). Why such relentless passion? Because Paul knew the stakes: the world was at war, and the unsaved were perishing in the crossfire.
So what does this mean for us? Our churches can be warm and welcoming, our worship can be excellent, but we must never mistake these blessings for the mission itself. Our resources—our time, money, talents, and spaces—aren’t meant to build a cruise liner for Christians to coast through life. They’re tools for a rescue operation. The Queen Mary didn’t stay docked in Long Beach during the war, pampering its guests; it sailed into the fray, carrying souls to safety. Likewise, the church must move beyond its walls, recognizing that the unsaved are living in a wartime reality—crowded, chaotic, and crying out for hope.
This shift requires us to rethink how we view our “stuff.” Are we hoarding comforts for ourselves, or deploying them for the kingdom? Are we content to sip coffee in the lounge while others drown? As Jesus Himself said, “The Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many” (Mark 10:45, ESV). If the Captain of our salvation embraced the wartime mission, how can we, His crew, do any less?
The Queen Mary’s transformation from luxury to lifeline stands as a challenge: wake up, church. The war isn’t over. The lost are still out there, packed into the holds of a sinking world. Let’s refit our lives and our communities not for peacetime indulgence, but for wartime rescue. The gospel demands nothing less.