We’re not in the belief business.
When it comes to the big questions, we don’t think there are experts with an answer book. But we do know that our modern lives and to-do lists don’t leave us much time to think through the big stuff. And the question marks that wake us at night aren’t meant to be faced alone.
It’s our turn.
Mystics, artists, rabbis, philosophers, poets, leaders (all just regular humans like us) have been asking these big questions over thousands of years. Now it’s our time and our turn to join this conversation, because we’re the ones who are here right now.
Adults need the space and the right folk to have big conversations together.
You know, the kind of conversations that you shouldn’t have with an expectation of reaching a simple answer. Or have at all, unless you’re willing to bring your whole, real self, not just the smarty pants.
Everyone’s welcome, everything’s on the table.
So if this piques your interest, you should check us out. Our facilitators are already curating dope, diverse, small groups of real humans like you. They know how to read a room and get people talking. We’ve woven together eclectic sources from everywhere these questions have reared their head to someone brave enough to puzzle through them. Think about it. You could make a new friend. Or you might even hang with that dear old friend you haven’t seen for so long named you.
perfect offering.
This is not the place where you make things perfect, neither in your marriage, nor in your work, nor anything, nor your love of God, nor your love of family or country. The thing is imperfect. And worse, there is a crack in everything that you can put together, physical objects, mental objects, constructions of any kind. But that’s where the light gets in, and that’s where the resurrection is and that’s where the return, that’s where the repentance is. It is with the confrontation, with the brokenness of things.
“When I get to Heaven,
I will not be asked ‘Why
weren’t you like Moses’,
or ‘Why weren’t you like
Abraham’. They will
ask, ‘Why weren’t you
like Zusha?’”