Early this Sunday morning before Heritage gathered in Johnson City, Tn, Teana and I boarded a 9-passenger van in Poland, headed for a war zone. Such gathering and going models the church’s life in this world. We gather to go to gather.
Like us on any normal Sunday, every believer will (unless providentially hindered) gather each Sunday with other Christians as instructed in Scripture (Hb 10:24-25). It’s an essential day and time of fellowship, worship, and preaching, a day by which Christians mark the rhythm of the week in between Jesus’s first advent and his second, glorious appearing (Acts 20:7f).
But you won’t stay in the church building. You can’t. The Great Commission instructs you otherwise. In other words, like those early disciples gathered with Jesus outside of Jerusalem, we gather to go, “to Judea Samaria and the farthest ends of the earth” (Acts 1:8) to take the good news of Jesus-come-to-earth, to everyone we can. In our case this week, to children suffering the kind of excruciating loss that is unknown to the vast majority of children in the world and next week to a multitude of Africans from various nations on that continent.
As you have gathered in your church today, we few believers have huddled in this little white van. But like you, we won’t stay in this van anymore than you will remain in the church building. We too will soon leave the confining, warm comfort of togetherness, turn our faces from one another, faces we love and know, toward the faces of people we have yet to meet, people who have yet to hear the saving news about Jesus. These are faces whose smile on hearing the news will make our faces smile, laugh and cry with joy.
And yet, even that is not the end of what God has called us to in this life or the next. We gather to go to gather. We gather to encourage each other to go into whatever worlds God has chosen for us knowing that we will see each other again. Here…or there. After all, there is a great gathering coming, a gathering of fathers, mothers, children, orphans, Europeans, Africans, Americans, etc., too great to number. What will that look like? John the Revelator gives us a glimpse of that incredible day.
“After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, ‘Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb’ (Revelation 7:9-10).
There are too many examples of this than I can express in this short note, but consider one OT and one NT example.
Think of Abraham’s tribe miraculously growing from one little boy, Isaac, into the innumerable stars of Heaven. “And he brought him outside and said, “Look toward heaven, and number the stars, if you are able to number them. Then he said to him, “So shall your offspring be” (Gen 15:5).
Or the five loaves and two fishes Jesus multiplied when he fed the hungry crowds who followed him. “So they gathered them up and filled twelve baskets with fragments from the five barley loaves left by those who had eaten” (John 6:13). (I’ll let you decide if you smell like fish or bread).
And so this is our mission; to gather to go to gather. Gather today Then go preach the gospel in your world. Gather others into God’s kingdom. Knowing that as you do so, God will one day gather all those who have repented of the foolishness of self and sin, and trusted Jesus to save them.
PS. A fellow traveler pointed out this little countryside church to me as we left Poland. I took the picture of the building with a prayer for the believers who will gather there today. It is a prayer that they too will gather to go, trusting God to gather others by their testimonies of Jesus’s love. You and I don’t yet know who gathers in this church. But one day we will. One day God will gather all his little churches into one great church and we will know each other by name. What a gathering that will be. What a day that will be. I’ll meet you in the choir!
- Reggie Weems