I remember being on a trip in Tennessee and coming to a crossroads. One road went to Copperhill; the other went to Norris Dam. There at the crossroads was a little white frame church. The church stands at every crossroad.

The Christian Church was no accident. It did not just happen. It was not merely a sociological phenomenon, a quirk of history. It was not founded upon a lie, an idea, a philosophy, hope, a dream, a delusion. It was planned, intended, constructed, trained, sent, commissioned, blessed, empowered, and directed.

The Master has come - to build his church.

One day Jesus stood at the crossroads. He and the twelve were up in the district of Caesarea Philippi. It was a place filled with much symbolism.

The town was named for two Roman rulers - Caesar Augustus and Philip. There…