I’ve used the word “nice” so much lately that the meaning has become a cliché. But it’s true, I’ve met a lot of really nice people; people who are hospitable and gracious to a point that it borders on, “Give me a break, no one’s this good.” But they are. Not in a cookie-cutter Bible beater way, but with a genuine sweetness that’s respectful of people for just being people.
On Tuesday I headed out to the Koinonia Partnership to meet a few more of these “nice” people. The farm is where the idea for Habitat for Humanity was birthed. Every person I’ve met said visiting Koinonia is essential to understanding Habitat’s mission.
Every morning, workers begin with prayer, where they gather in a small chapel at the edge of a vast pecan grove and cow pastures. Across the street the children of the 25 or so full-time workers go to a small home school while their toil in the 90-acres of pecan trees and organic garden. At noon the dinner bell rings and everyone reconvenes at the dining hall for a Southern-style meal. The layout of the landscape, even the building decor, looks exactly as it was when home movies were made of the founder, Clarence Jordan, and his family in the late 1960s.
Anyone can stop by to enjoy their little piece of heaven that stretches farther than the eye can see in either direction. You can volunteer to spend the week working or just buy some of their amazing chocolate pecan bark if that’s the best effort you can muster.
I took the easy route of buying chocolate after a few hours of wandering to take photos and let my imagination run wild.