The Gospel Hall brethren are a group of independent Christian assemblies throughout the world that fellowship with each other through a set of shared Biblical doctrines and practices. Theologically, they are evangelical and dispensational. Historically they are part of what is sometimes called the Open Brethren.
Christians who gather in Gospel Halls generally hold that a scriptural Christian assembly should avoid the use of a "sectarian" name. (The name "Gospel Hall Brethren" is a Wikipedia designation). Hence they usually describe themselves simply as "Christians" gathered in the name of the Lord Jesus, rather than for example "Baptist Christians" or "Lutheran Christians". Holding that the word "Church" (Greek: ekklesia) refers to people not to a building, they avoid calling their buildings "churches", preferring to use the title "Gospel Hall" to indicate that "the gospel" is preached and upheld within. They are not a denomination in the normal sense of the word. The title "Gospel Hall" is neither mandatory nor official among them. Many of their buildings take other names; Bethesda Hall, Main Street Hall, Hebron Hall, Gospel Centre or simply "Believer's Meeting Room."
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