10 Years Later

I joined Facebook in July of 2007. My first post proved to be most appropriate for this blog post. Over the last year I’ve been bothered and burdened about my role in the epidemic known as social media.

To start, I feel as though I have contributed to the negative impact it has had on my life along with the many people called “Facebook Friends.” I take responsibility for venting frustrations, using humor at the expense of others, and caring far too much about what reaction or response my posts would receive.

In a more positive light, Facebook has connected me with family, friends, coworkers, and former students in a way that would have been impossible without this platform. I’ve enjoyed sharing the beauty of my growing family and seeing the same in the lives of others.

However, Facebook is not what it once was. Today Facebook has become a soap-box for every would-be politician, a dumping ground for any angry or disgruntled person, and a breeding ground for division. My reason for stepping away has less to do with all of that and more to do with how I have allowed Facebook to impact me.

Ten years later I am not better for being a Facebook user. I sense that my use of Facebook has, at minimum, slowed my maturity and growth as a person much less a follower of Jesus. I’m disappointed in myself for allowing something so unimportant and temporary to have such a hold on my devotion to Christ and service to His people.

In light of this realization, I’m stepping away. At this point I’m not sure if this will be a permanent result or just a season. I’m hopeful to never return to Facebook again as I highly doubt the deterioration of social media will right itself.

To my family and friends, I will continue to use Instagram and Twitter for now. I share this decision in hopes that you too will consider Facebook’s effect on your growth as a person or Christ-follower.

This is not an effort to lift myself up. Honestly, this post is more of a confession and a step in repentance.

May God be glorified in all we say, do, and post.

 

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Hello Again

It’s been nearly a year and a half since I’ve blogged.

A lot has changed since then.

As a family, we’re a full-fledged family of six. Gone are the days of kids taking care of themselves; or putting stuff wherever we want without thought. Declan, our youngest son, is fast, tall, and fearless. It’s fun but exhausting.

Our wonderful little church plant is an established community of faith with far more details and needs than I can handle on my own.

I am the father of a teenager. There aren’t enough words to accurately explain how much this has changed my world. She’s great, but she’s thirteen.

Possibly the biggest change is that I’ve found myself more needy than ever before.

I’m having to reorganize the way I approach almost every area of my life.

With a big and busy family, Anita and I are recognizing a need for dedicated couple time. Which tends to be in short supply.

Parenting young children is easy. Physically exhausting, yes. But easy. This new season with older daughters is a humbling, character testing, and mentally draining experience. Nothing will remind you of how unworthy you are of God’s love like parenting.

These days I’m even having to learn a new approach to ministry. For years I was the passionately outspoken young man swimming upstream or charging up the hill. Now that Grace Collective is a stable young church, she requires more than just a wild-eyed dreaming leader. I’m learning a lot about leadership and myself.

The area that is probably most difficult is friendship. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got some incredible people around me. However, leadership is lonely. No other staff position I’ve ever held comes close to the around-the-clock feeling of concern for the people of a church. As much as our staff, elders, or volunteers may care, there is no way to understand the burden of a pastor until you serve in this role.

To complicate matters, I naturally want all my friends to come to church with me. But as soon as they start attending GCC, I become more than just a friend; I’m their pastor. This brings a layer of separation relationally that is unavoidable.

I’m not complaining. There’s nothing I would rather do; absolutely nothing. This is simply the reality of my life these days. My hope is that perhaps some other pastor reads this and realizes that he’s not the only one.

So here’s hoping I’ll start writing more. Perhaps it will serve as an outlet I’ve neglected for far too long.

Orange Tour 2015 Session 1

Reggie Joiner:

Orange Leader – anyone who influences anyone to influence the next generation.

It’s just a phase, so don’t miss it.

Phase: a timeframe in a kid’s life when you can leverage distinctive opportunities to influence their future.

Most of us work with the parenting tools that our parents left for us, even though those tools didn’t work on us.

Reasons we miss the phases

• We don’t see what we don’t see. (Invisible questions)
• We don’t remember what we don’t remember.

Every phase has a very unique crisis. (My response matters)

• Preschool – Birth: Am I safe?
• Elementary – Comparison: Do I have what it takes?
• Middle School – Puberty: Who do I like? (whoever like me)
• High School – Freedom: Why should I believe (you)?

Every kid is made in the image of God.

•     Every kid has a divine capacity to
  • reason, improve, and lead
  • to care, relate, and trust
  • to believe, to imagine…even to love
• “I want you to treat kids like you would treat me.” – Jesus
• Don’t expect kids to follow Jesus until you treat them like they are made in the image of God.

One Word Job Descriptions:

Preschool – Embrace

Elementary – Engage

Middle School – Affirm (The most important thing you can do in the unpredictable world of a middle schooler is be predictable.)

High School – Mobilize

Jon Acuff:

“I direct deposit my tithe” t-shirt.

90% of Americans are disengaged at work – Gallup

When you work with kids you change the future.

The 1 foot of space where parents drop off their kids is a magical space. This is where influence lives.

Parents today are the first generation in history to have to teach their children about having a social media footprint.

In Need of Instructions

This has been a May to remember for me.

If you know my history over the last seven years or so, May hasn’t been all rainbows and sunshine. For whatever reason, difficult circumstances have either preceded or were soon to follow my birthday. Our friends and family have worked hard to care for us and bring joy in spite of the challenges we were facing.

I’m incredibly thankful for them.

2015 has already brought a new melody to our lives. God’s faithfulness has not changed. While new faces haves have joined the cast, our friend’s care and compassion has not changed. But there is without question a new atmosphere surrounding us.

Never has that been more evident than over the last two weeks.

My sweet wife and our wonderful small group surprised me with a dinner gathering for my birthday. On top of that, they all went in to get me a guitar as a present.

Two short weeks later, Anita and I walked up to the home of Brian and Stacie Martin like we normally do for Small Group each Tuesday night. We were shocked to see not only our Small Group, but ladies from GCC and our neighborhood. They had coordinated a surprise baby shower.

Here’s my problem. I’ve almost forgotten how to handle this kind of love and blessing. I feel as though I’m in need of instructions. I’ve found myself sitting and thinking about the people with whom God has surrounded us; staring at the generous gifts they have lavished upon us and felt almost embarrassed to be thought of in such a loving way.

I’m Irish. I’ve learned how to navigate the melancholy, grey skies of challenge and hurt. I’ve even learned to celebrate the glimpses of sunlight that occasionally burst through the overcast season of difficulty. But what does one do with a sunny, cool-breeze forecast of seventy-eight degrees?

I guess what I’m trying to say is, “Thank you.”

Thank you to our faithful Father in Heaven.

Thank you to my constantly supportive wife.

Thank you to our families and their never-ending well of love.

Thank you to our distant and local friends who have continued to place value on our relationship.

Thank you to our unpredictable, hilarious and loving small group.

Thank you to our amazing, compassion-filled, supportive, and generous church family.

I am a rich man because of all of you.

A Special Easter

This morning Grace Collective Church celebrated Easter as a church for the first time.

I’ve never preached on Easter Sunday, much less been a Lead Pastor.

After deciding to have a single service (our rented facility is getting pretty full each week) we had a worship time for our volunteers. These men and women chose to serve and miss out on their own Easter Sunday service.

GCC is almost eight months old and we had more volunteers at that worship time than we had in our first Sunday service as a church last August. I think this could be a wonderful tradition for the future of GCC (along with the Jingling Johnny).

To say I was nervous would be an understatement. What surprised me though was the emotion I found myself caught up in as I took my place to preach.  All morning there was a buzz of activity, but as the music stopped and the videos finished I was overcome with a swell of gratitude and awe.

To watch the sermon, click here.

To the Core Team that have been our local family walking this path with us over the last ten months: thank you just isn’t enough. I am indebted to each of you for your support, encouragement, and partnership in the Gospel.

To the Grace Collective Church family, all of you who have been a part of this for eight months or two weeks: I am humbled by your willingness to build this church with us. Thank you for allowing me to serve you.

To our family and friends across the state and country: your prayers, encouragement, financial and emotional support is invaluable. We are so thankful for all of you.

Jesus, for my life, family, breath, friends, church, community…thank you. I love you. Thank you for choosing me for this journey.

Irish Memories

To know me is to know my love of my family heritage.

I’m a proud distant son of Ireland which makes today one of my favorite days of the year.

I’ve written many times about St. Patrick’s Day.

We even announced a pregnancy on this day back in 2009.

In 2007 I shared quite a lot about the true meaning behind this wonderful holiday.

If you’d like to take a stroll down McCart St. Patrick’s Day memory lane, click the links below.

2007 (a), 2007 (b), 2008, 2009 (a), 2009 (b), 2010, 2011

For the rest of you, enjoy the most stereotypical Irish picture ever taken of me.

Then Last Night Happened

It started a few weeks ago.

I remember waking up and feeling like it was a significant moment.

I started dreaming about Grace Collective Church.

This was different. My dreams weren’t about something far off in the distance that we hoped to be a part of one day. These dreams were the here and now, ins and outs, people with names and stories happening today.

Then last night happened.

GCC is almost seven months old and in that time we’ve experienced growth. What’s possibly more surprising and far more important is that our GCC Small Group has also experienced growth. As a matter of fact, last night’s “small group” had a higher number of people in attendance than the first Sunday morning gathering of our church.

Sure that’s measurable and significant, but it’s not even close to something else that happened.

Near the end of our spirited discussion on guardrails someone took a moment to share his experience in our group.

“I’ve been in church all my life and I’ve never experienced something so authentic, open and caring.”

Someone who wasn’t there last summer when we were dreaming about what Grace Collective Church would be like had just communicated some of the very things for which we prayed. I’m quite sure you could see my goofy ear-to-ear grin through my thick beard.

I know difficult days are ahead, but these are precious days in the life of our church. I’m so thankful to have a front row seat to the amazing things God is doing in the lives of people at GCC. If it all ended today I would feel like we’ve been faithful to the vision God has given us.

But it’s not ending today. There is much more to accomplish. Men who need to be led; marriages in need of strengthening; singles to be empowered and encouraged; families to be equipped.

We say that GCC exists to guide people in relationship with Jesus and each other. That’s exactly what we’re doing and what we’ll continue to do until our final breath.