I’ve been thinking lots recently about what makes a disciple. Through conversations, thinking and reading, I’ve been trying to understand and wrestle with this broad, yet simple concept. So I thought I’d share some of the things that I’ve been learning. As I continue to explore this and share it a bit wider, I would love to hear what you think…

The final command of Jesus was to make disciples. What if this was the focus of our lives? And our churches?

Jesus never called us to build the church. And yet I’ve spent so much time trying to build the church! Instead Jesus said “I will build my church” and he asked us to make disciples. My job is to make disciples. Jesus’ job is to build the church.

I define a disciple as someone learning to follow the words, the works and the way of Jesus, and sharing that with the world around them. And here are some of the marks of discipleship.

1. The key thing not an extra thing
Whole life discipleship is not a new thing or even an extra thing to add to an already busy church programme – discipleship is the lens through which to view everything! There is a Biblical mandate to go and make disciples.

Discipleship doesn’t necessarily require a church or an individual to do any more new stuff. It won’t necessarily mean a whole bunch of extra programmes. Instead, it requires placing a disciple-making emphasis on everything you do, because making disciples doesn’t just happen. It needs intentionality in our message, our programmes, our language and our lives! The gap often isn’t in what is provided in our churches, but the gap is in the emphasis of what is provided. We are all being discipled by someone or something – the question is what or who are we being discipled by?

2. A message more than a method
Jesus essentially called his disciples to “Follow me”, and that remained the call throughout his ministry. The message of discipleship doesn’t change the further along the journey of faith someone travels. Disciples don’t graduate from the gospel, and so discipleship should always be about returning the disciple to Jesus as their first love.

And so there is a need for both Gospel & Community in making disciples. Gospel is the language for making disciples, while community is the environment where growing disciples can happen. Gospel is the message that will remain the same wherever someone finds themselves. Community is the place where that message can be shared and lived out.

3. An outward focus not just an inward process
The two bookends of the gospel are “Follow Me” and “Go and make disciples.” When we accept Jesus’ invitation, we are obedient to his command.

The emphasis of discipleship should always push us outwards. Growing as a disciple is not just about being better or becoming nicer, it is about becoming missional. If discipleship doesn’t have a missional edge then it becomes self-serving and so disciples should always have the desire to make other disciples. However, it is important to realise that releasing disciples outwards does not just mean filling more roles within the church! A helpful model is Up, In and Out – people find their identity in Christ, He transforms their hearts and lives and is motivated and influenced to impact the world.

And Finally…
Simply, we must make disciples where we are, reflect on the helpful parts of that process, communicate that, while repeating and multiplying those models elsewhere. This is how I see the role I am in – Making / Reflecting / Communicating / Multiplying. We make disciples. Jesus builds His church.

From Authority to Influence

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It was obvious to me what I should do. It seemed like a sensible thing to do at the time and appeared the most natural response to receiving such great news.

I had just been made captain of my Primary School football team and the night before the big game I made my way to a local Sports Store in search of the now essential piece of kit – a captain’s armband! For me it wasn’t enough that my team mates quietly knew who the captain was. Instead I had to make it clear to the opposition and the 3 watching parents who was really in control of our team. I was in charge and I loved it!

My team lost. I played badly. We were heavily beaten and I made a mistake for the 5th goal.

But I wore that black elasticated band on my arm with pride and made sure to turn it outwards at all times to best display the large white ‘C’ printed in size 144 font.

I was so obsessed with leading that I forgot to play well.

As the church grew rapidly in Acts we are told this:

“So the word of God spread. The number of disciples in Jerusalem increased rapidly, and a large number…became obedient to the faith.” Acts 6:7

I don’t think that means they were all leaders who were given authority in the church. But it does seem that many people grasped their opportunity to influence others for Jesus.

I sometimes wonder if we spend so much time getting our badges right, our programmes in place, the information correct and our church in order, but forget what our primary role is.

I sometimes wonder if we could give 10 different answers to the question ‘what is the church for?’, but forget the final command Jesus left his followers with.

I sometimes wonder if we too often succumb to the temptation to only truly lead when we have a badge on.

I sometimes wonder if we have made discipleship an inward process rather than an outward focus.

I would love the church to better grasp the simple call of Jesus to make disciples. I would love the church to not see disciple making as one extra thing to do, but rather a lens through which to view everything they already do. I would love the church to push for influence rather than merely desiring authority.

And it doesn’t need a church to do any more new stuff. It won’t mean a whole bunch of extra programmes. It just requires having a disciple-making focus on everything you do. If your discipleship doesn’t have a missional edge then it has become self-serving.

As you play your part in the body of Christ, how can ensure that the disciple making mandate of Jesus is at the core of your church? You might not be in charge, or even be a leader, but you will have opportunities to influence. Whether we wear the armband or are given a role, we all have a chance to be an influence on others.

Could you end the conversation over coffee after a church service by praying together? Who is on the fringes of your church community that you could drawing alongside? What questions could you ask in that meeting that ensure making disciples stays a priority? Who could you be opening the Bible with? Who could you be sharing the responsibilities of leadership with? Who could you be inviting to your dinner table?

Let’s not make disciple-making become a badge we wear, but a heart we carry. Forget the armband and just play well!

My Beautiful & Broken Family

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There is just something about family. You know each other so well, maybe even too well! At times you can frustrate each other. You might even argue. And yet there is a great freedom to say exactly what you think to one another, even if it might not be the most helpful thing to say!

You laugh and mock each other and at times you might even be embarrassed by one another. There are those weird traditions that happen in your family that no one else seems to do. At times you love those traditions. At other times you wonder why they still happen, especially when an outsider comes into your family.

But you are loyal to your family. Fiercely loyal. You might be aware of the flaws of a family member, but you also see who they are. You know their heart, know their story and recognise the brilliance and the beauty of what you are a part of.

And you’re proud of it.
You’ll speak well of it.
You’ll defend it.
You’ll applaud them.
You are proud of your family.

Just last week I stepped into a new job to work with the Presbyterian Church in Ireland. I have been part of the Presbyterian Church ever since I was born. It’s the tradition of church I know best. It’s the stream of church I understand and find affinity with. It’s my tribe. My family.

Over the years I’ve seen the flaws. I’ve cringed at how some things have been done. At times I’ve held deep frustration and questioned why things are done like this in the family of our church. I’ve been confused by distant relatives and unfamiliar with near neighbours.

But it’s my family. And I love it. And I have a heart for it.

Because I see the good. I recognise the heart. I celebrate the goodness. I embrace those who may think differently but still sit around the same table. And as I’ve started to look around and see what is going on in the big picture of our church, I am amazed at all that is going on.

In my conversations I have been blown away by the people & stories from across our church. I have heard the desires of leaders seeking to make a difference in their context. I have become more aware of the work among foreign migrants in the city suburbs. I have met people with incredible hearts and significant stories. And I’ve only begun to scratch the surface.

Does our family still need to think about how we do things? Yes.
Could our family be better at welcoming the outsider? I think so.
Will our family need to change our posture at times? Absolutely!

But let’s learn to speak well of one another. Let’s continue to love one another. Let’s search for the brilliance, and also call each other to more. Let’s develop a greater heart for our family and our tribe. Because there is so much good…and because there is so much still to come.

“…so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them.” – Jesus

I’ve loved it!

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To all the teenagers at Carnmoney who I’ve led & spent time with,

Next week I step away from my leadership role with young people in our church and so I wanted to share some of my thoughts with you from the journey of the last 4 years. Here goes…

I’ve loved it!

For the last 4 years I’ve had the privilege of being your youth leader. Over that time there have been things that have challenged me, frustrated me, encouraged me, upset me and provoked me. But overall, I’ve had this sense of joy through everything. I’ve loved it!

I’ve loved watching you grow up. To have seen the growth in your confidence. To glimpse an extra level of maturity. To look back at the funny photo of what you used to look like. To watch the person you have and are growing into.

I’ve loved being your leader. The opportunities to influence you. The chances to stretch you. The times of dreaming up crazy events like Coast and making them happen. The responsibility of being a role model.

I’ve loved hanging out with you. The all too common Ashers Fry Ups. The races to the top of the walls at Clip n Climb. The road trips to the North Coast. The many desserts we ate at i56. The debates around the tents at Summer Madness.

I’ve loved standing beside you at key moments of your life. To pray for you in the midst of a relationship breakdown. To stand beside you when the exam results weren’t good. To listen to your struggles. To share words of advice when you asked for them.

I’ve loved the laughs. And there have been many. The stupid names in Empires. The brilliant dare suggestions during ‘What are the odds?’ The late nights on a Fusion weekend. The Insomnia all nighters. Your crazy antics and your funny stories.

I’ve loved watching you take brave steps forward in your faith. The times you invited friends to church. Those who stood at the front & spoke about your love for Jesus. Those who prayed out loud for the first time. Those who went on mission trips. Those who stood up for what was right even when the crowd did the opposite.

I’ve loved the times when I’ve had to get annoyed with you. When I saw you act in a way that I knew wasn’t all of you were called to be. When I got the chance to call you to something more. When I had the privilege to be able to speak into your life. When I had the opportunity to stand up for someone more vulnerable or speak out about something that wasn’t right.

I’ve loved the times I stood at the front of a room to teach you. To lift your eyes higher and point you to Jesus when all you wanted to do was look at your own situation. To explain the beauty of the gospel that God reached down to you because we couldn’t reach up to Him. To tell you that God made you well. To open the Bible and pass on the teachings of Jesus to love your neighbour as yourself, to pray for your enemies, and to share your possessions with the poor.

And I’ve loved watching you go further in your faith than me. When you prayed with your friends in a car. When you led someone to Christ. When you displayed your passion in worship. When you continued to serve with such enthusiasm.

So thank you for the memories. Thank you for being a pleasure to lead. Thank you for opening your lives to me. And opening your hearts to Jesus. There is more to come and I pray that you discover more of God’s character and His heart for you and the world.

I guess these words of Jesus sum up my hope for you…

I’ve told you many things over the last few years. Some of them aren’t worth remembering, but some of them are.

Anything worthwhile I’ve passed on to you – speak it out!
What I’ve taught you about Jesus – shout it loud!

Keep trusting. Keep following. Keep growing. Keep serving. And keep in touch!

Love you all,

Dark Days?

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I suppose being from Northern Ireland means that we love talking about the weather. And our default can be to complain. Combining those things means that we spend a lot of time complaining about the weather.

Even during our recent ‘heat wave’ I saw this to be true. 2 days of glorious unbroken sunshine leaving us exhilerated and dehydrated. We had found an oasis of sun and we were loving it! But it was on the 3rd day that I heard the comment in my local shop.

A few clouds loomed on the horizon. A slight breeze began to float through the air. And that was when I heard the comment…

“Looks like the weather’s on the turn. That’s us back to doom and gloom.”

A small cloud, some wind and the weather was on the turn. She wasn’t wrong meteorologically, but something jarred with me in that moment. We love to point it out when things aren’t quite as good as they used to be. We constantly hark back to the former days of old that seemed all so glorious. We notice the slightest sign of doom and gloom, and use it to predict some sort of demise.

I’ve heard it a lot recently.
Society is going downhill.
Morals have been lost.
The church is in decline.
We live in darker days.

But I don’t buy it. (As if this country was in a brilliant place 30 years ago or the church had it sorted anyway…!)

Now I don’t deny that the world is a broken place. In fact, I see signs of it all the time.
But I also refuse to believe that these are darker days than before. Because I see signs of the opposite all the time.

These are times of hope and opportunity in society.
These are days of change and promise in the church.

I see this in growth of a Food Bank ministry that is literally feeding hundreds of families a week.
I see this in a community of people raising thousands of pounds for a young family devastated by sudden death.
I see this in the 800 young people I stood among on Saturday night travelling across the world this summer discovering what it means to serve others.
I see this in the desire of churches in our area to unite together to show love to their local community through SPARK.
I see this in many people in this land, albeit slowly, leaving past hatreds between us.
I see this in a team of young people who have visited their local residential home every month for the past year.
I see this in the transformed stories of many people who have been joining our church recently.
I see this in small and simple acts of kindness shown by normal people every day.
I see this in the forgiving response of an American church following the bullets of a gunman.
I see this in the joy and sense of community within a Ugandan community close to my heart.

So I guess it depends where you look. And depends how you perceive it.
Don’t swallow the myth or allow the potential of your impact to be disarmed.
Society is being shaped. The local church is serving. The worldwide church is on the move.

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?

I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:18-19

Change coming.

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Of course change is inevitable for all of us. At times it’s unexpected or unwelcomed, but at times we get to be part of shaping those changes for ourselves.

However, I’ve been learning that even in the times we get choose or make a change for ourselves, it can still be a difficult process.

This week I shared with the young people I work with that sadly I wouldn’t be their youth leader next year. This is because I have recently accepted a job offer from the Presbyterian Church in Ireland to become their Discipleship Development Officer, and will be making this transition over the summer.

As you might imagine, I have had mixed feelings about all of this. I haven’t been seeking a change. I have loved the journey of the last 4 years. I love what I do. I was in no way discontent. And I’m gutted to step away from working with our young people, especially at this time.

The last few months in particular have been a special time of movement among our teenagers with many of them growing deeper in who they are, others stepping out in new ways, and many following Jesus in deeper ways. A hungry and passionate tribe of young people combined with a brand new halls complex just around the corner, means that in human terms it feels like a crazy time to be stepping away. The depth of relationships and trust built up over time make it difficult to walk away.

However, amidst my uncertainty and sense of sadness, the job that I have accepted has felt like both a new call and a fresh opportunity. It is a daunting role for me, yet is a position that I feel has the potential to be a help & significance for our denomination. I will be based centrally in Church House, but will have responsibility for working right across the denomination, helping to provoke, resource and support churches to make disciples. And I’m excited that a key focus of the role will be on the young adult age group. It feels like a challenge, but seems to be a fit with who I am.

I am thankful for the opportunity to have worked as part of the Staff Team at Carnmoney Church. I have learned so much and been sharpened in all kinds of way. I feel like I’m a more rounded person, a more passionate disciple and a better leader than when I came here. In many ways, without it, I would not be stepping into this job with the perspective that I now have for equipping disciples and leading young adults. And the silver lining of this change is that Sarah, Noah and I will continue to be part of the Carnmoney Church family, albeit in a different way.

I leave the role with so many fond memories. I think of dancing like crazy on youth residentials, laughing hard during yet another game of Empires, or singing together under African skies. I remember the profound conversations in packed living rooms, challenging individuals to step out of their comfort, and watching young people flourish in leadership. I’m thankful for the moments of honest conversation, painful tears and speaking into lives.

And now my attention for the next few months turns to finishing well. I want to keep leading with all the energy and passion I have, and to transition well for who and what will come next. There is always more to come!

Fight the battles that count…



Today as a large proportion of the Christian community reacted online to news of a local court ruling, I received news on my Facebook feed of an all together different tragedy.

In Uganda last summer, the group of young people I was with were served diligently by a beautiful young woman called Sheila. A woman in need with a young family to support, Sheila left some of her children for a few months to come and work with the Kasozi family who were providing her with much needed income for her family. Sheila worked for us tirelessly. She cooked for us, cleaned for us, washed our clothes and served us in every way she could find. While language was a barrier, she built strong bonds with our team, learning our names, hugging our girls and laughing at our fashion.

And while we could never match the depths of her service for us, I loved watching our team care for and look after her little 3 month old baby Martha. The baby that she was providing for in serving us. The baby she laid down to run after our needs. While we left her with some practical resources, she left us with an example and a memory of what it means to serve others.

And yet today news came through that Sheila had passed away. Only discovering that she was living as a carrier of HIV in December. And passing away in May. And leaving little Martha as a 1 year old baby without her mummy, and also facing the same battle with the same illness that her Mother had faced.

Tragic. Devastating. Unjust.

Right now medication and education for her 2 children seem a priority for those of us whom she served. We are working out how to respond, but all day I’ve been left with a nagging thought.

This story won’t make any headlines, and nor should I expect it to.
This news won’t go viral, and nor would I want it to.

But I can’t help think at times that the battles we choose as Christians are often the ones that we have no need to fight. Or the energy we waste arguing about issues that don’t concern God as much as we think. And all at the expense of other situations and injustices that are so obviously on the heart of God.

Last July, Sheila sat quickly in a room with our team as we read together these words:

“Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you.”

What might seem like genuine religion to us, might look completely different in the eyes of God.
But the life of Jesus and bible passages like this should leave us in no doubt.

Today I am resolved to fight the battles that count.
To speak out against the injustices that matter to God.
To pray and care for those in distress.
And to break my heart for the things that break His.

“the Lord has told you what is good, and this is what he requires of you:
to do what is right, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8

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