The New Building

When Christ Tabernacle found the building on Myrtle Avenue, it wasn’t just an answer to prayer—it was a miracle in motion. After years of growth that led the church to rent a local high school for weekend services, it was clear that God was preparing a new season. The search for a permanent home had begun, but few could have imagined just how clearly God would show His hand.

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What looked impossible at first—a building in Glendale, Queens with a steep price tag—soon became a testimony of God’s faithfulness. Through a series of unexpected doors opening, the asking price was reduced by a significant amount. Not only did God provide the means to purchase the main building, but He also made a way to acquire the office space next door. His provision couldn’t be denied. It was as if every step had already been prepared in advance.

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But purchasing the buildings was just the beginning.

The spaces were far from move-in ready. They needed work—a lot of it. And that’s where the heart of the church truly shined.

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Week after week, volunteers showed up. Men and women rolled up their sleeves, grabbed hammers, paintbrushes, and power tools, and got to work. Rooms were gutted and rebuilt. Walls were painted. Flooring was laid. Electrical systems were upgraded. The sanctuary, offices, classrooms, and meeting spaces were all touched by the hands of people who gave their time, energy, and skill not for recognition, but for the glory of God.

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They weren’t professionals. Most weren’t contractors. They were just faithful servants who believed in what God was building and wanted to be part of it.

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Some came before work. Others stayed late into the night. Many brought their kids and made it a family effort. Every hour spent, every dollar donated, every ounce of sweat poured into the renovations told the same story: this was their church, and they were building it together.

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And while the physical work was happening, something just as powerful was happening in the spirit.

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The building was saturated in prayer.

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Before a stage was installed, before chairs were set out, before a single service took place—teams gathered to pray. They walked the hallways, laid hands on walls, and asked God to fill every room with His presence. The space was dedicated to the Lord, not just once, but over and over again, as leaders and members alike sought His guidance and blessing.

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Every decision, every purchase, every swing of a hammer was made with prayer and dependence on God. It was His church, and they never forgot it.

Today, Myrtle Avenue stands as a physical reminder of what’s possible when a church comes together in faith, unity, and sacrifice. It’s not just a building—it’s a reflection of God’s provision and His people’s commitment.

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Built by volunteers.

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Covered in prayer.

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Provided by God.

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