J. Gresham Machen
John Gresham Machen was born at Baltimore on July 28, 1881, the middle of three sons born to a southern lawyer, Arthur Machen, whose brother had fought for the Confederates in the Civil War. Some time in his youth Machen came to a personal faith in Christ, but there was no dramatic conversion experience. In later years he was not even able to recall the date (4 January 1896) when he had publicly professed faith and become a church member in Franklin Street Presbyterian Church. He was educated at Johns Hopkins and Princeton Universities, Princeton Theological Seminary and the Universities of Marburg and Göttingen in Germany.
Machen taught at Princeton Seminary from 1906 until its reorganisation in 1929. Then he left to help found Westminster Theological Seminary in Philadelphia, where he served as professor of New Testament until his death from pneumonia on New Year’s Day, 1937. In 1936 Machen was instrumental with others in founding what became the Orthodox Presbyterian Church, and was its first Moderator.
Machen’s books published by the Trust are The Christian View of Man, What is Faith?, God Transcendent, and New Testament Introduction.
The Book of Life
Before the night he was betrayed, The Lord of glory died; Indeed before the world was made, The Lamb was crucified. Before the sin, the spear, the lash (Eternal was the flood!) God put his inkwell at the gash, And filled it with his blood; Then with his crimson ink and quill, A holy world compiled, And wrote his kind and costly will: The name of ev’ry child. Then, finally, with tears, he took A blade to foreordain, And graved the title of the book: The Life, the Lamb, the Slain. * * * And if your name is written there, Though you may be the least, You will not fall to any snare, Nor bow before the Beast. You will not marvel when it roars, Nor any feat admire, Nor drink the poison that it pours, Nor taste the Lake of Fire. But you will live forevermore, Where dusk and dawn are done. The Lamb will be the moon, and soar Around an endless Sun. And if, lamblike, you taste his shame And finish life abased, Remember, written one, your name Will never be erased. * * * And so you ask, “How may I know My name is in the Book? May I beseech my God to show The page where I may look?” No. None may peer within by prayer, Nor if he wait, or strive. You know your name is written there, Because you are alive. Rejoice, my child, all heaven sings When you make demons fall. And yet to be inscribed with kings In heav'n surpasses all. Article by John Piper