I’ve been wrestling for a couple of days with my thoughts and emotions. Sunday was the culmination of months of prayer, faith, stress, hard work and leading at a level I have never needed to lead before. And when I say hard work, I mean actual work – like with power tools. For the last few months I’ve been about 10% pastor, 20% organizational leader, and about 70% construction guy. So this last week all of that resulted in a day where we opened up the first permanent facility of STORYCHURCH and went from one service to two at the same time.
At the end of two amazing services on Sunday I basically collapsed into a heap. I struggled to keep it together as I wanted to cry, to cheer, to yell, and to celebrate. I’ve compared it to what it must be like to fall across the finish line of a marathon as a novice runner. You feel barely alive and yet more alive than ever before. I think the emotion I keep coming back to is pride. Not the bad kind of “look how awesome we are” pride, but the “I’m so stinkin’ proud of what we’ve accomplished” kind of pride. I’m so proud of our staff who stretched so far beyond their limits. I’m proud of our rising leaders who got their hands dirty and served alongside us. I’m proud of our teams who created new systems and processes for a new building and carried them out without a hitch for two services. I’m proud of people who stepped up to “attend one and serve one.” I’m proud of our brand new volunteers. I’m proud of those who invited friends and family. I’m proud of people who sacrificially gave and helped us to raise the money we needed to accomplish all of this. I’m proud of the way our church became a people of prayer as we did a 40 day prayer challenge together.
I think the coming days and weeks will be about catching my breath, getting my feet back under me, and probably beginning to look ahead at what’s next. But for now, I’m simply proud to be part of this amazing group of people.