This is the last time
I turn my back on You
From now on, I’ll go, so
Send me where You want me to
I finally have a mission
I promise I’ll complete
I don’t need excuses
When I am Your hands and feet 
When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place.
I want to ask you a strange question. When does bicycle become a bicycle?
Imagine for a moment that it’s Christmas morning. Little Johnny gets up at the crack of dawn. He’s been dreaming for weeks about a brand new bike. He knows he’s getting one because he has hinted to Mom and Dad that he wanted one. Soon his hinting turned into begging. Eventually, as children are prone to do, his begging graduated into badgering. So for weeks he pestered his mom and dad until their ears started “bleeding”. Oh yeah, that bike is in the bag! He’s going to get his Christmas wish this very morning!
He leaps out of bed, runs down the hall, and pounds on his parent’s bedroom door. “Get up! It’s Christmas!” he shouts with glee. With that proclamation he runs down the hallway, leaps down the stairs and charges for the living room. He quickly scans the illuminated tree surrounded by brightly colored packages. “Wait a minute! No bike?!” His eyes search the room. “Where’s my bike?” he says to himself, “I was supposed to get a…!” His eyes then fall on a pile of metal and rubber partially hidden by some large packages. He slowly approaches the mangled heap. With careful observation, he sees the handlebars laid to one side, a seat, buried underneath two wheels with the rubber tires placed on top of the pile. Alongside are the pedals, a chain, and an odd assortment of nuts and bolts.
“Merry Christmas, Johnny!” He turned to see Mom and Dad standing behind him. “Like your new bicycle?” Dad asked. “Ah…what bi…ah…I don’t understand.” Disappointment was etched in Johnny’s face. “Don’t you like it, Son? It’s red like you wanted,” Mom offered. “Where is it?!” Johnny blurted out, his frustration showing. Dad looked bewildered. “Why…it’s right there…under the tree. Don’t you know a bicycle when you see one?”
When does a bicycle become a bicycle? What Johnny’s parents didn’t understand was that a pile of disassembled parts do not a bicycle make. You may have all the various parts that go into making a fully functional bicycle, but without proper assembly it’s pretty much worthless. Therefore, a bicycle becomes a bicycle when it’s assembled.
Now, take your local church. When does a church actually become…a church? The Greek word used in Acts 2:1 which is translated “together” speaks of “persons assembled together.” The Greek phrase is literally saying, “They were all together, together…” The Amplified Bible says it best, “they were all assembled together.” So, you might say that a church is not a church until it’s… assembled, until all the parts find their proper place of function in the body. Otherwise you just have a bunch of displaced people who get together once or twice a week who have no idea where they fit in or even IF they fit in.
Are you confused as to what your place is in your local church? If so, may I offer a suggestion? Pray and ask God what he wants your roll to be in your church. Talk with your pastor. Ask him to pray with you about it and then offer suggestions. A true shepherd will welcome the opportunity to help you discover your place, your calling, your part of the bicycle. Discover the joy of becoming a part of God’s wonderful “assembly” of believers.
…and let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another―and all the more as you see the Day approaching. (Hebrews 10:24-25)