Come, ye thankful people, come; / Raise the song of harvest home,
All be safely gathered in / Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our maker, doth provide / For our wants to be supplied.
Come to God’s own temple come; / Raise the song of harvest home.
We enter the season of gathering. Thanksgiving, Advent, Christmas… There will be many gatherings, plural, of families, friends, organizations, clubs, and co-workers. We’ll have those gatherings at the Seminary just as you will in your place, but now I’m commenting on the singular, gathering as a principle of life together.
Gathering, simply gathering, is a new insight to this work-oriented Boomer. As I age, I’m starting to get it, appreciating more the value of just hanging out with people. As the old wisdom puts it, when you are about to die, will you regret not spending more time at work? Among my teachers are our seminarians, late Gen Xers and Millennials. In countless ways, they nurture one another and look forward to their future ministries through spending time together, through gathering.
Our western culture deceives us into hearing “you” in the Bible as singular, me and Jesus, when in fact most of the time “you” in the Bible is plural, members together in the Body of Christ. The Church is gathering, “the assembly of believers among whom the gospel is purely preached and the holy sacraments are administered according to the gospel” (Augsburg Confession VII). “Holy believers and ‘the little sheep who hear the voice of their shepherd’” (Smalcald Articles, 12, alluding to John 10:3). Along with holiday get-togethers and parties, Sunday worship and special services remind us who gather that holidays are in fact holy days.
Thanksgiving tomorrow, Advent beginning Sunday, and finally Christmas…our gatherings now these coming weeks remind us of the final gathering. What will heaven be but our final gathering with our Creator and Redeemer?
Gather Thou Thy people in, / Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified, / In Thy garner to abide:
Come with all Thine angels, come, / Raise the glorious harvest home.
(Lutheran Service Book, 892, 1,4)