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Commitment isn't about attendance. I don't even think it's about a person or a human institution or even a set of ideals.

The buzzword these days seems to be sustainable — especially on the West Coast of the United States, where I live. How do we create things—products, systems, organizations—that are sustainable? Church is no exception; the underlying concern is always how to make it last.

what do I want to think of when I think of Church? It's a simple equation, really: Church = joy. Seriousness doesn't speak to me—I guess because in my mind, it relates to fear.

For me, culture is all about deeper meaning — being to look past superficialities and stereotypes to the essence, the real nature of the thing. It seems to me that cultural differences only become a problem if we stick with our perception of others' beliefs or values or cultural practices.

One question I've asked myself on the topic of culture is: Can we appreciate and celebrate our differences and still live in a way that expresses unity? The answer I've discovered is this: Yes, but it depends on where we start and what our definition of culture is. My starting point is the number one — one God and one creation.

It all started when I met up with this girl. We got on great, but after I expressed my feelings, it became apparent that we were going to stay friends.

I would describe finding my purpose as a constant filtering process: learning to discern between God-given thoughts and my own will. After college I moved to Los Angeles to begin a career in film and television.

Before I started studying Christian Science I always thought that purpose was something you had to obtain—like that "one pearl of great price"   Matt. 13:46.

I'm the antithesis of classifiable. I'm a Jamaican, who moved to the UK as a teenager and has lived in the United States in recent years.

AS MY FELLOW EDITORS on the Journal team can attest, I've been beating my 20-somethings drum for a while now. I suppose you could say that the idea for this feature sprang, at least in part, from my own selfish desire to hear from my peers.