Building Bridges
People come from all kinds of backgrounds, with different experiences and beliefs—and too often, we don’t slow down enough to truly listen for common ground.
That’s not a new problem, but it’s one worth tackling.
We’ve seen what can happen when those walls come down—and it’s something beautiful. The way of Jesus meets the world as it is. True Christianity engages with the ancient wisdom of other belief systems. Honest, plain talk helps make sense of it all.
After a while, we realized these conversations were worth sharing. So we hit “record.” No scripts. No hidden agenda. Just unfiltered reactions to life’s important questions.
Pull up a chair (or be a fly on the wall) and listen in.
If you’ve got questions of your own, send them our way. You might enjoy where the conversation goes.
Meet Geoff
Grew up in Florida and graduated from Northwestern University, University of Miami Medical School, Johns Hopkins Hospital general surgery and ENT training and Harvard School of Public Health. After 15 years as a surgeon, I spent another decade or so directing various areas of clinical research for a large medical device company. Then, once I’d finished everything I was convinced I needed to do, God started the life He’d always meant for me and I found happiness.
Meet Josh
In my early twenties, I heard the subtle voice of God—though I didn’t recognize it at the time—and it sparked a two-decade search to find myself. I dove headfirst into yoga and eastern spirituality, New Age energy healing, parapsychology, massage and somatic bodywork, breathwork, meditation… just about every spiritual path you can imagine, short of drugs or outright occultism.
I spent tens of thousands of dollars on seminars, trainings, certifications, courses, and healing sessions. I read hundreds of books and talked with anyone I could about “spirituality.” I sought out yoga teachers, shamans, energy-focused bodyworkers, and nondual teachers. I sat in circles, sent healing energy, and spent hours on end trying to recognize myself as God.
There were bliss states, oneness with all things, mental stillness, deep inner silence, and what felt like transcendent peace—but none of it stayed. After after it would leave, I would feel even more unworthy and quietly desperate for more. None of it gave me lasting peace or a durable identity.
Then, just before I turned 40, in a moment of despair and suffering, the Cross appeared to me. And in that instant, the suffering was lifted and I was filled with a peace I had never known. Three days later, Christ touched me on the shoulder, and I don’t mean metaphorically.
After years of performing for my identity, my suffering and quiet desperation was taken from me.
