A. W. Tozer, one of Christendom’s most gifted word-craftsmen, defines a Christian as follows:

A true Christian’s firsthand acquaintance with God saves him from the nervous scramble in which the world is engaged and which is popularly touted as being progress.

A real Christian is an odd number. He feels supreme love for One he has never seen, talks every day to Someone he cannot see, empties himself in order to be full, admits he is wrong so he can be declared right, goes down in order to get up, is strongest when he is weakest and richest when he is poorest.

He dies so he can live, gives away so he can keep, sees the invisible, hears the inaudible and knows that which passes knowledge.
The person who has met God is not looking for something, he has found it. He is not searching for light–upon him the light has already shone. He is not a copy, he is an original from the hand of God.

He may hear the tin whistle starting every new parade, but he will be cautious. He is waiting for a trumpet note that will call him away from the hurly-burly and set in motion a series of events that will result at last in a new heaven and a new earth. A real Christian can afford to wait!

I’m thankful to be a Christian, aren’t you?