Then Jesus said, “I will build My church.” The Greek word is ekklesia, and this is where our inheritance can trip us up. The moment we hear the word “church,” most of us picture a building with a spire. But an ekklesia was an assembly, a gathering of called-out people. It was and is people first and always. So when we open Acts, we do not find the apostles scouting for land to build on. We find believers in the upper room, in public places, and breaking bread “from house to house” (Acts 2:46). Paul greets the church that meets in the house of Priscilla and Aquila, and the one in Nympha’s house, and the one in Philemon’s home (Romans 16:5; Colossians 4:15; Philemon 2). The Church was not somewhere they went. It was who they were.