The Gathering
I have watched a phenomena take place in various ways at various times.
On one occasion I watched as singers, musicians, sound people and creative minds were all drawn to a small church in the middle of nowhere, just as God began to impress the need for a change in worship styles on the leadership of the church.
On another occasion I watched as a disparate group of people came together to launch a variety of ministries ranging from chapel services for residents of a state hospital to a coffee house for the youth of a community.
In each case, looking back, what I find interesting is how God, at a particular time, through seemingly unrelated circumstances, drew a number of individuals to a single place to assemble a team.
One of the things about the first eexample I mentioned above is how God drew together a group of people, some of whom had left a trail of debris from their life experiences that was either long, or at least spectacular in its intensity if of shorter duration.
In some respects many of us might as well have come from the island of misfit toys from the 'Rudolph' Christmas show. But the beauty of God, the wonder of grace, the reasonable expectation of mercy and forgiveness is that our theme song need not be about misfits; our theme song can be an honest grateful praise to God that a peg that fits no hole (as I could farily be described) can nonetheless have the precious opportunity to advance the kingdom of God.