Picture this. A warm summers afternoon, sitting with a bunch of mates at the Music Box (a stage on the back of a truck) sipping on freshly squeezed OJ, listening to Strahan woo you with his silky tones. Imagine lining up with a plate, a knife and a fork, the smell of Argentinian style BBQ wafting past your nose, when a heap of fresh produce is lumped onto your plate, followed up by a nice thick cut of export quality beef. Imagine sitting in the One Arena surrounded by thousands of people, listening to some of the best theologians the world has to offer tackling some of the biggest questions in a natural, open conversation. Yeah well Festival One is something like that.