This weekend is Hutchmoot, the in-real-life gathering of people who are a part of The Rabbit Room community.
Last time I attended, it was my first ‘Moot. I was painfully nervous walking in. I tried so hard to match faces and names, never mind the stories that came in behind the faces.
Is it possible that this collection of 150 people in an Anglican church in Nashville contains this many kindred spirits?
And yet…yes. Here they are. And they believe they wouldn’t be the same without you.
Here is food, wine, and beautiful places to sit long and talk around candlelight. Here is music that shatters the pretense and falseness so prevalent in today’s song. Here are authors who have shut themselves away for hours, toiling in solitude so that their stories can find but one reader. Here are prayers said in gratitude. Here are words, the Word, and the people of the Word.
Nashville is calling to us over the mountains, extending hospitality, lavish love and grace, and community. And we’re answering. Would you pray for us?
And if you’re curious what a Hutchmoot is, this might help. Then again, maybe it won’t.