A few weeks ago, I shared on why I'm happy to attend the Origins Conference in Los Angeles. One of the speakers, Eric Bryant, who is the Navigator Pastor at Mosaic Church is launching a new book soon called "Not Like Me." You can pre-order a copy on Amazon, and listen to this video I asked him create just for you! You can see for yourself what to do w/those peeps in our life who just happen to be not like you! :)

Go Eric!

In the last decade a new model of community at churches has taken off – the life group.  It disguises itself with other names such as home group, accountability group, small group, cell group, etc.  As churches get bigger and people feel more disconnected, they find their connection through these groups.  I have been part of at least six groups in the last eight years.  There has been great transformation, wonderful relationships built and truly I have called most of these people family.  Heck, my whole ministry was birthed out of my living room.

I believe in the smaller gathering of people to do life together. However, in the past six months, my husband and I have started wondering what we are called to in terms of community.  As we look at our own church, many life groups are set up by interest and not location, so people gather from all ends of Los Angeles County to meet once a week to discuss God and our lives, but the needs of our communities are not being discussed.  Life isn’t happening in neighborhoods anymore.  It’s happening online and at churches in another town.  Churches are even creating satellite campuses where the pastor is beamed in every week.  This is scary when we need help and no one is truly there.  

Jason is a social innovator, writer, speaker, and activist for cultural change in Los Angeles.  He serves with Mosaic, a global NGO passionate about bringing dignity to humanity's spiritual journey and creating communities that unleash human creativity and potential.

Find out more about Mosaic HERE.

Clean Platers

When I was a kid my grandma used to make me eat.  A lot.  I think it was because she was a product of the Great Depression and because she had enough canned goods in her basement to stockpile Poland.  But she would always say the same thing when she gave me food:  “I want you to be a clean plater.”