A Christian man is 'Christ in a man'. The word 'Christian' occurs three times only in the Bible:
In Acts 11. 26 it is associated with their separation from the two great races of the world, Jews and Gentiles. They had been regarded as merely a sect of the Jews, but the Jews disowned them and thus they took the place 'outside the camp' and were neither Jews not Gentiles.
In Acts 26. 28 it is used with scorn by King Agrippa, an adulterer, a tyrant and a slave to sin. His use of the term is typical of the world's attitude to those separated to Christ.
In 1 Pet. 4. 16 it is connected with suffering that was the consequence of the reproach and scorn heaped upon those who were separated to the Lord.
We are the Bibles the world is reading:
We are the creeds the world is needing:
We are the sermons the world is heeding.—Dr. Billy Graham
(Eph. 4. 1; 1 Pet. 2. 12)
When Christian and Faithful in Pilgrim's Progress were passing through Vanity Fair, the citizens observed in them certain marks that distinguished them from themselves. Bunyan has set those down very clearly in the narrative of his 'Immortal Dream'. The following Indian fable illustrates some of the marks that distinguish a true believer in Jesus Christ from an unbeliever.
It is said that one of the many millions of crows that can be seen and heard anywhere in India one day saw a very happy covey of doves feeding together and living in perfect unity and goodwill. Anxious to join them, he realized that his raven-black feathers contrasted strongly with the white or light grey coats of the doves. So, finding a heap of white ashes, he rolled in them until his coat appeared, if not white, to be a light grey hue. Then he assayed to join himself to the doves. Their immediate reaction was to edge away from the intruder and finally to fly off altogether. The wise crow noticed that his walk was different from the doves! He hopped: the doves walked, putting one foot down after another. After some practice at this new kind of locomotion, the crow came another day to where the doves were, a fresh layer of ashes
covering his black feathers, and walked along carefully in imitation of the walk of the doves. He made some success, and was about to become friendly when he smelt a carcass some little distance away. Leaving the grains the doves had permitted him to share with them, he flew over to the carcass and was soon enjoying himself feeding on the dead body. The crow found great difficulty next day in approaching the doves, though he came with a light grey coat and imitated their walk almost to perfection. Realizing that his eating habits had offended them, he made up his mind that no carcass should divert him from enjoying their company that day. So in time, he struck up a friendship with them and was sharing their meal when another crow—jetblack—came and perched on an overhead branch. Looking down, it recognized a brother crow and immediately began to make its satisfaction known in a series of 'Caws'. Its brother crow among the doves, forgetting himself, fittingly replied—`Caw! Caw!' That was the grand finale. Its hypocrisy was detected and it was ever after boycotted by the doves. Its walk was different: its food was different: its talk was different. The true Christian is marked off in these three respects from the man of the world.
(Eph. 4. 1, 17; 5. 1, 8; 4. 29; 1 Pet. 2. 2, 3)
God calls His children:
Saints because of their character,
Disciples because they are learners,
Believers because of their Faith,
Brethren because of their relationship,
Christians because of their birth in Christ.—Anonymous
When a boy was once asked if his father was a Christian, he answered, "Yes, he is a Christian, but he is not working much at it just now." How true that is of many Christians—branches of a very fruitful vine, but withered branches!—Selected
At a dinner, when the gentlemen retired to the smoking room and one of the guests, a Japanese, remained with the ladies, one asked him:
"Aren't you going to join the gentlemen, Mr. Nagasaki?"
"No. I do not smoke, I do not swear, I do not drink. But then, I am not a Christian."
A traveler who believed himself to be sole survivor of a shipwreck upon a cannibal isle hid for three days, in terror of his life. Driven out by hunger, he discovered a thin wisp of smoke rising from a clump of bushes inland, and crawled carefully to study the type of savages about it. Just as he reached the clump he heard a voice say: "Why in hell did you play that card?" He dropped on his knees and, devoutly raising his hands, cried:
"Thank God they are Christians!"