Tomorrow, we gather.🎤

When preparation gives way to presence
Tomorrow, we gather.

I’ve been sitting with those three words all morning, and I don’t think I’ll be able to shake them. Tomorrow, we gather. After months of planning, praying, preparing — after the late nights and the email threads and the rehearsals and the moments of wondering whether it would all come together — tomorrow, it does.

I won’t pretend the journey here has been seamless. It never is, with anything worth doing. There have been moments of doubt, moments of exhaustion, moments where I’ve had to lay the whole thing down and trust that what we were building mattered — even when I couldn’t quite see the shape of it yet. But that’s the nature of this kind of work, isn’t it? You don’t always get to see the fruit while you’re still in the planting season.

Tomorrow, I get to see the fruit.

Eleven speakers. Each one of them has given something of themselves to get to this stage — and I mean that literally. They’ve dug into their stories, wrestled with their words, and chosen — again and again — to show up. To be vulnerable. To trust that what they carry is worth offering. Watching that process has been one of the great privileges of my life.

And now, the day before it all unfolds, I find myself doing something I didn’t expect.

I’m not frantically checking lists. I’m not running through logistics in my head. I’m just… grateful. Quietly, deeply, almost-tearfully grateful. Grateful for the Tribe who made this possible. Grateful for the volunteers who will show up tomorrow with their whole hearts. Grateful for the audience who chose to give us their afternoon. Grateful for the speakers who chose to give us their stories.

Grateful, above all, for the One who plants these ideas in ordinary hearts and somehow turns them into something extraordinary.

Many Worlds. One Story.

I’ve said those words so many times over these past months that you’d think they’d lose their weight by now. They haven’t. If anything, standing here on the eve of it all, they feel heavier — in the best possible way. Because tomorrow, those words stop being a theme and start being a lived reality. Tomorrow, eleven worlds collide on one stage, and something will happen in that room that no one can fully plan for or predict. The Holy Spirit has a way of doing that — showing up in the spaces between the prepared words and making them mean something no one expected.

I can’t wait.

If you’re coming tomorrow — thank you. Thank you for choosing to be in the room. Thank you for giving your afternoon to something that matters. Come ready to be surprised. Come ready to be moved. Come ready to discover that the story you’ve been living has more in common with the person sitting next to you than you ever imagined.

And if you’re still wondering whether to come — there’s one more day. One more chance to say yes. Seats are still available, and we would love to see you there.

The stage is set. The voices are ready.

Tomorrow, we gather. 
️ Last chance tickets: https://www.tepoutheatre.nz/mini-tenx/#
 Mini-TENx NZ | Saturday, 20 June 2026 | Te Pou Theatre, Auckland | 12pm – 4pm
For the Tribe.

By the Tribe. Speakers

Tribe — Making a Difference.