1 Corinthians 13:1-3

"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing."

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Why we gather....

Frankly, there are very few things I "like" about going to church.  In this consumer, man-centered, materialistic, narcissistic, christian culture that we find ourselves in, "church" on Sunday can be extremely depressing if you are actually paying attention to the people, what is being said, and the lack of Christ-likeness among those who wear his name (and of course I include myself in that statement.)

I could list all of the biblical reasons, in spite of the above reality, that one should attend a weekly worship service.  I only need one motivating factor, and that is my loyalty to Christ.  I am not loyal to a local church.  I am not loyal to anyone at the church.  My loyalty is to Christ alone.  All else, and everyone else, will fail me, as I will fail them.  I love when people ask me on Sunday, "What are you doing today?" and I can answer, "I have a special date with the love of my life."

We gather to worship Christ!  In fact, Christians in other lands gather at risk of death.  Just maybe it's important to sincere, genuine believers to gather for worship.  They certainly would have more seemingly legitimate reasons to not gather than we do.  Don't you think?


They Gather to Worship the Christ
By Frederick J. Stevens  1883-86

They gather, they gather from Island and main,
From seacoast and valley, from mountain and plain.
From Africa's fountains, from India's strands.
They gather-to learn what Jehovah commands.
They gather, they gather, a swift-swelling tide.
Resistless, on-flowing, a flood spreading wide.
They gather, they gather, and countless the throng,
To worship the Christ with the Incense of song.

They gather, they gather from China, Japan.
From city and hamlet, from tribe and from clan.
From tropical forests, from deserts of sand.
Commingling their praises a symphony grand.
They gather, they gather, a swift-swelling tide.
Resistless, on-flowing, a flood spreading wide.
They gather, they gather, and countless the throng.
To worship the Christ with the Incense of song.

They gather, they gather, the young and the old.
The king and the peasant all seeking one fold,
The soldier and statesman, the noble and slave.
All trust in his promise to guide them and save.
They gather, they gather, a swift-swelling tide.
Resistless, on-flowing. a flood spreading wide.
They gather, they gather, and countless the throng
To worship the Christ with the Incense of song.


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