Why It [Hutchmoot] Matters

To sum up my most recent weekend and why it’s important to me, I’m just going to show you some pictures and let Sara Groves sing. These are not polished, beautiful pictures by any stretch, but if I waited for that I’d never post this. So here is my raw experience.

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IMG_20151010_191454617Sit with me and tell me once again
Of the story that’s been told us
Of the power that will hold us

IMG_20151008_163853412Of the beauty, of the beauty
Why it matters
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Speak to me until I understand
Why our thinking and creating

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About the beauty, of the beauty
And why it matters
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Like the statue in the park
Of this war torn town

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And the chaos all around
With its beauty, how it matters
How it matters

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Show me the love that never fails
The compassion and attention
Midst confusion and dissension

IMG_20151010_175958439Like small ramparts for the soul
How it matters
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Like a single cup of water
How it matters

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Going Home to Hutchmoot

I’m going home this weekend. I’ve only been there once before.photo (1)

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.

What is a Hutchmoot? from The Rabbit Room on Vimeo.

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Do you have a student who is struggling to finish well? I commend to you this article by Joy Clarkson: Senioritis: 8 Reasons to do Your Homework

The Rabbit Room continues to do things that are amazingly cool. This week they published two scripts for plays by National Book Award-winner Walt Wangerin Jr.

And in case you didn’t see it on social media yesterday, I’m now officially a regular contributor at Story Warren. Here’s my first post from yesterday, which you may want to read whilst drinking hot chocolate.

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Here’s a bunch of super awesome rabbity goodness for your weekend. When I say “rabbity,” I mean folks who reside in and around the Rabbit Room site.

And you know what? Just as soon as I went to see what was in my folder for this week, I noticed a theme. See if you can pick it out. Perhaps the Lord desires me to hear this one more time?

An Antidote to Busyness — Sarah Clarkson writes about purposefully pursuing a little more quiet, and suggests that maybe God made seasons to teach us something. Imagine that!

And God Rested — the lovely Helena wrote this a little while ago, but it’s worth revisiting. “He was not fatigued. His creativity had not run dry. There was no shortage of resources. And yet, God looked at all He had done and said that it was “very good.” And He sat down and rested.”

A Month by the Sea: Creating Silence — I want to write like Lanier Ivester when I grow up. This is just beautiful.

Now, everyone go be quiet and take a nap or something.