“This weekend I had the honor to attend a moot,” I say with an enthusiastic smile, “Hutchmoot!”
“What is ‘Hutchmoot?'” you ask, politely feigning interest.
“Well, it’s kind of like a biscuit.”
Now your interest is piqued. How, you think to yourself, could it be like a biscuit?
Allow me to explain.
First, both are hard to describe to someone who has never experienced them. What is a biscuit, after all? It’s like bread, but it has no yeast. It has a nice crust on the outside, but the inside is light and fluffy. It tastes delicious with gravy and sausage, but also with butter and jam.
No matter how detailed the description is, the best way to understand a biscuit is to taste it for yourself.
In the same way, I can try to describe Hutchmoot, but know my description will not give it justice.
As you may know from the Lord of the Rings, a moot is a kind of large gathering. It comes from the Anglo-Saxon word “mōt,” which means “meeting.” In the world of Middle-Earth, the Ents come together for Entmoots, bringing their whole community together to talk over important issues and engage in lively discussions.
The moot I attended is not one of Ents (sadly). It is one of Christian artists- writers, poets, songwriters, filmmakers, musicians, illustrators, and more. The Rabbit Room, a Nashville-based community of Christians, called this moot. Just like the Ents, Christian artists from all across the world answered the call and made their way to Nashville. Because the Rabbit Room acknowledges and appreciates the powerful influence that art can have, their aim is to use that influence to spread God’s truth and beauty and to produce quality art that glorifies God, fosters spiritual development, and builds lasting friendships. All weekend long we discussed worldviews in movies, collaborated on a giant mosaic piece of art, listened to seminars on visual art in church, talked to more mature and experienced artists than ourselves, and sang together.
How else is this “Hutchmoot” like a biscuit? you wonder impatiently, I do wish she’d get on with it.
“Well,” I say with a grin, “both are food.”
A biscuit is food for the body. Its warmth provides comfort for the hungry and gives them something to digest. Huchtmoot is food for the mind and soul. It provides a community to surround a hungry soul. Through the discussions, prayers, and conversations, the hungry mind is fed, filled with new thoughts to chew over and ponder.
Hutchmoot is not just a meal; it’s an entire feast. A grand, joyous feast for the body and heart and mind. A feast that declares our allegiance to the King. A feast that outrages the Enemy.
We must remember that feasts can be dangerous too. In Andrew Peterson’s opening remarks at Hutchmoot, he reminds us that the White Witch in the first Narnia story stumbles across a family of animals feasting in honor of Aslan’s return.
“The witch considered it an act of war. So draw up your battle lines. Gather around this table, raise a toast to the King and the coming Kingdom, and fight back.”
Aslan’s enemy is outraged and turns this group of his merry followers to stone, thinking this will end their celebration forever.
Oh how wrong she is.