What Is a Biblical Christian?
Albert N. Martin
There are many matters concerning which total ignorance and complete indifference are neither tragic nor fatal. I am sure that there are few of us who can explain all the processes by which a brown cow eats green grass and gives white milk—but we can still enjoy the milk! Many of us are totally ignorant of Einstein's theory of relativity, and if we were pressed to explain it we would really be in difficulty. And not only are we ignorant of Einstein's theory but most of us are quite indifferent; yet our ignorance and indifference are neither tragic nor fatal. There are some matters, however, concerning which ignorance and indifference are both tragic and fatal. One such matter is the answer to the question, "What is a biblical Christian?" In other words, according to the Scriptures, when does a man, woman, boy or girl have the right to the name "Christian"?
The Bruised Reed
The prophet Isaiah, being lifted up and carried with the wing of a prophetical spirit, passes over all the time between him and the appearing of Jesus Christ in the flesh. Seeing with the eye of prophecy, and with the eye of faith, Christ as present, he presents him, in the name of God, to the spiritual eye of others, in these words: ‘Behold my servant, whom I uphold; mine elect.... A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench: he shall bring forth judgment unto truth’ (Isaiah 42:1-3).
The Mystery of Providence
The greatness of God is a glorious and unsearchable mystery. "For the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great king over all the earth" (Psalm 47:2). The condescension of the most high God to men is also a profound mystery. "Though the LORD be high, yet hath he respect unto the lowly" (Psalm 138:6). But when both these meet together, as they do in this Scripture, they make up a matchless mystery. Here we find the most high God performing all things for a poor distressed creature.
Isolate me, if Thou must
Train my heart to love and trust
By the arrow's inward thrust
I am reminded Thou art mine
I'll cleave to Thee, I'll not let go
For Thou alone, my heart doth know,
Hath sent this wound to bid me grow
And remind me I am Thine
When Life's Short Day Is Done
When life's short day is done at last
And heaven's gates open wide,
Pain and sorrow will then be past,
And I'll cast my cares aside.
I'll walk upon the streets of gold
And breathe pure celestial air;
What beautiful sights I'll behold
With the saints and angels there.
Jesus will be waiting for me
With all of His glory shown;
I'll live with Him eternally
In pleasures I've never known!