Well kinda. I guess it’s not really a film. Actually I am quite embarrassed that my very “Inland Empire” production was shown in the presence of such great artists.
Let me explain…
Sunday night I get 3 emails from some MAD volunteers at Mosaic Church in Los Angeles. Lots of “How dare you’s” and “I Can’t Believe Your A Pastor’s”. I am like…huh? What? Why is this freaking RAD church sending hate mail to bald little me?
Then I got a comment on my You Tube site saying that Mosaic had used my little undercover video as part of their volunteer training this past weekend. It all began to make sense.

The haters from the previous 3 emails thought I was trying to bring down the machine that is Mosaic. If they saw my post and watched the video they would know that this is not the case. It actually created some GREAT dialog here on what we are doing and not doing to make people feel welcome. Let me quote my previous post…

Now as I said in the video. I KNOW this is not just a Mosaic thing. It was One Sunday morning. One location. One visitor.
But I KNOW there are people in my home who feel the same way. And it saddens me. We can have the slickest production, best music, best preaching, and sexiest media director in the world, but if no one says “Hey man. My name is…”, then WE HAVE LOST.

ANYWAYS…
Somehow ERWIN himself found the video and played it this weekend. I was not there. I don’t know how it was used. I just know that now I have some more Ragamuffin Haters. So cue my mic, call the press conference, here goes.

Hello press. Well. I know why you all are gathered here. The Confessions of a Mosaic Visitor Video. Well let me be straight forward here. I love Mosaic. I made the video with no ill will. If anything I wanted to show my greeter team what it feels like to be a visitor at a new church. When is the last time I got to go to another church? I WORK AT ONE. So. In the spirit of unity. Um. how can I put this…Hmmmmm…Well…
GET OVER IT.
We are all in this together. Let’s not pretend we are perfect. We are not. I am a liar, curser, luster, sinner, oh, and a pastor. And everyday I wake up and TRY to live as Christ. I mess up. Read the Word. Got to bed. And try again.
If I could stick that camera in my pocket and no one notice me at my own church I would. But you see. I can’t. I’m like, kinda on stage and stuff. If you look at my blog you see me display my imperfections. So. I hope you have heard me well. Please don’t hate the player…

I wonder what would happen if I went back with that camera in my pocket?
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