Pastor Jack Irwin, wife Hannah, and daughter Winter

A little about me

I was raised in Blaine, TN. Growing up in a church culture, I always had some sense of familiarity with God. At seven years old, I asked Jesus to save me, and boy did He. However, being so involved with so many different sports really ended up keeping church at a bit of a distance.

Going into my high school years, I went through an incredibly dark bout with depression. It was in this season of darkness and fear that Jesus became so close, so real, so personal. I was delivered through the love of Jesus and in the years following, I found myself being called deeper and deeper to experience more of this radical and experiential Jesus.

My wife Hannah and I started dating in high school. I knew pretty early on that she was my completer, having in her everything I was lacking in myself. She’s rejoiced with me at my highest and stayed by me at my lowest. I still remember being unable to understand how the Lord could bless me so extravagantly with her as my wife when I saw her walking toward me on our wedding day.

Our daughter, Winter, was born during the pandemic in 2020. I expect I’ll never be able to clearly put into words the emotions I felt that day. But amazement at the love of God and an absolute passion for my wife as she proved to be the toughest human being I knew were a couple of them.

Through becoming a husband, father and worship pastor, I’m constantly amazed and thankful that God keeps getting better. I will never exhaust Him. He is endless, and my search of Him will be endless.

My Hope for the Hill Church

My heart as a worshiper is simply this: make Jesus the primary focus of ministry. For too long, the church has ministered to anybody and everybody except the one worth worshipping. The truth is this: Jesus alone is what the world needs. I long to create a space and raise up people that the Lord trusts with His presence to such an extent that He DWELLS with us. I long to see a lasting work of the Kingdom of God that won’t just last days or weeks, but generations.