The Sound Between Worlds
It started with a Christmas dinner.
Robert-Jan and his friend Rob Casserly decided to do something simple: open the doors for people who would otherwise spend Christmas alone. No alcohol. Free food. Just presence. 65 people showed up.
They didn't plan what happened next. They just kept showing up — every week, in a church in the south of Tenerife. Rob bought the speakers. Rob paid for the food. Rob was there every single week as host, as barman, as the person to think out loud with. 11 editions. Growing to 50+ every week, gathering in the name of Jesus.
Then it was time to move on. The mission was never about the building. Robert-Jan shook the dust off his feet and walked out.
The dancefloor moved with him.
Now the gatherings happen wherever there's space and people willing to move — outdoors, in hidden locations, in places where people live outside the reach of conventional religion. Communities that mainstream culture has written off. Every event is free. Every song is rooted in Scripture. Always in the name of Jesus — no dress code, no membership card, no performance of faith required.
None of it exists without the people who held it before it had a name — his parents Emiel and Roosmarie Mastenbroek, his brother Roderick, Rob Casserly, and the many others praying in the background whose fingerprints are on every event.
The music — every track, every week — is an offering. Not a product. Every time someone screams "Hallelujah" on a dancefloor and doesn't quite know why, that's not him. That's Him.
All the glory belongs to Jesus.
"Let everything that has breath praise the Lord."— Psalm 150:6