So Why Agriculture?

Some people who support our first-rate academics meets outdoor engagement model of education still wonder about our focus on agriculture.  It could be that they want their sons to be doctors. Or maybe they’re so far removed from their primeval agricultural roots that they have no context for the draw and romance of “the land”.  Or, it could be something else entirely.  Whatever the reason, you can see the confusion behind their polite smiles when we say we’re building a working farm.

And so, they and maybe you ask, why agriculture?  Well, friends, let’s get stuck in.

First, a basic understanding of herd health and management, animal husbandry, soil health, and planting and harvesting build the self-sufficiency skills that we want our boys to acquire during their time with us.  Whether they become gentleman farmers or simply grow zucchini and keep a half a dozen chickens in their suburban backyards, the information can be scaled to provide critical food security for their families.

Second, the average age of the American farmer is 57.5 years.  Yep, you read that correctly: FIFTY-SEVEN years old.  And that’s based on five year old data, so we can only assume that the current number is north of that now.  Imagine the negative impact that will have on all of us in the next decade or two.  Accelerated farm consolidation and the wholesale loss of the family farm (Big Ag, anyone?). The financial hit to manufacturers of durable farm goods and all people who make a living in the farm service sector (manufacturers, dealers, suppliers, even large animal vets and seed salesmen).  And, perhaps most concerning, increased dependence on foreign producers and unreliable global supply chains.

Some old friends from New Hampshire

Finally, our third reason: We’re in Missouri for Pete’s sake!  While the USDA ranks Big Mo 13th nationally in overall farm receipts, we rank THIRD in beef production.  That’s right, we’re behind Texas (4.3m head)  and nipping at the heels of second-place Oklahoma (2m head).  Missouri at 1.9m head of cattle (watch your back, Oklahoma!) produces more beef than Kansas, the Dakotas, and even Montana.

We’re not trying to prepare our boys to farm 5,000 acres of Indiana corn, but trends indicate a rise in homesteading and small holdings.  If our boys want to homestead — either full-time or part-time while they pursue other careers — we want them to be well versed in the basics before they leave us.

We’re actively trying to develop relationships with local farmers and tradesmen to mentor our boys in the challenges and rewards of farming. By the grace of God, they’ll all benefit from the program in some capacity.  But, in truth, we do hope that at least a handful of them will fall in love with the land and become joyful cooperators with the Lord’s providential care for His creation.

We need your help to do this.  Please pray for us and toss in a generous donation to help us build.

Looking Down

 

Here’s a photo of our land from the air courtesy of a good neighbor.   It gives an interesting perspective that can’t really be achieved from a land-based photo, but it doesn’t quite capture the hills and elevation. (We’re in the Ozark mountains, after all).  You get an idea of how wooded, or timbered,  we are, but there’s still plenty of beautiful, open land for building and agriculture.

For orientation purposes, the top of this picture is due south.

 

 

#1 is the pasture where we hope to build our main campus, rugby pitch and allotment gardens.  It’s a huge, open meadow with a gentle, sloping elevation entirely surrounded by trees.  It’s set well back from the road.

The wooded surround gives it a very private feeling.  We sometimes refer to this as a hidden pasture for that reason.  The boys’ bunkhouses will be in the woods nearby. We really want them — guided by their house fathers — to put their marks on it.  For example, do they want it more wooded or more open? One bunkhouse might choose to build a fire-pit while another might put up a basketball hoop or an archery target.  We want to spark those young imaginations.

#2 is the general location of St. Seraphim’s guest house. It would be a healthy walk to the campus and, thus, to the chapel.  This is by design. We don’t want the two areas to overlap. They are both private and self-contained.

#3 is the pasture where we’ll begin our agriculture program.  We have named it in honor of St. Sophia and we’ll start with a small dairy and kitchen garden.  There’s already a modest dairy barn with a milking parlor, but it’s going to need a hefty renovation.  We hope we can find a person, group of people, fraternal or trade association, or parish to underwrite that particular project.  (If you know anyone who fits the bill, beam an email to info@saintalexander.org!)

To the east (left) are even more pastures and deeper woods.  We’re going to designate most of that as conservation so the boys can learn to be good stewards of the land.

As always, please keep us in your prayers and let us know if we can pray for you.

 

 

Hospitality Happens

“Every family should have a room where Christ is welcomed in the person of the hungry and thirsty stranger.” – St John Chrysostom

 

We have a small guest house on the property and while we won’t be able to welcome every hungry and thirsty stranger, we do hope to be a place of hospitality for friends and benefactors when they visit.  More perhaps along the lines of what St Benedict had in mind when he wrote in Cap. LIII of his venerable Rule, “Let all guests who arrive be received as Christ, because He will say: ‘I was a stranger and you took Me in’ (Mt. 25:35). And let due honor be shown to all, especially to those ‘of the household of the faith’ (Gal 6:10) and to wayfarers.”

St Seraphim’s guest house is really very comfortable but it lacks one very important thing: a dishwasher.  Now, you may be thinking that a dishwasher is more of a luxury than a necessity, but we didn’t want “those of the household of faith” washing dishes when they could be out enjoying the beauty of this land.  Long, prayerful hikes in nature > household chores.  Then there’s the long-termers. Someday, we hope to be able to host a scholar or artist (iconographer)-in-residence so, yep, we need a dishwasher in the guest house.

But, hey, we want to be the place where boys learn self-sufficiency while conjugating irregular Latin verbs, so there was no way in hades that we were going to pay $189 for installation (which doesn’t include the wiring, the plumbing or the demo).  This one had DIY written all over it.

Here’s Phase I: Tearing it to pieces

 

 

They were pretty solid cabinets:

 

    

But they eventually yielded:

 

   

 

Turns out, the two small cabinets produced a non-standard opening for the dishwasher.  It’s about 2″ wider than recommended, so your humble servant has some trim work in his future.

Next, I have to run power and address the mad jumble of PVC under the kitchen sink. So stay tuned!

Admittedly, it’s not exactly a cliff hanger with riveting content, but it’s a small way to keep you connected to what we’re doing.

Please keep us in your prayers, friends.

Sometimes beauty occurs naturally…

… and sometimes you’ve really gotta help it along.

The beauty of God’s creation is a critical part of our educational philosophy.  That’s why we took our time finding just the right piece of land.  So much of what surrounds us is naturally beautiful but there are one or two things that need a bit of human agency to get them ship shape.  Case in point, our main entrance.

Now, there’s no doubt that God’s part in all of this — that beautiful sky and the forest beyond — cannot be improved upon, but a previous generation’s metalwork?  Well, that’s another story entirely.

 

 

We have two entrances to the property along our little country road.  The first is a smaller (16 ft) gate near St. Seraphim’s Guest House.  Then there’s the larger,  main entry above.  When the academy opens, we’ll call this the Beautiful Gate (Acts 3) and mean it, but for now, it’s just that old farm gate that needs a heckuva lot of work.

The first order of business is to clear the brush. Here’s a view from the interior of the property looking towards the road:

 

 

You know what loves that tall grass? Horses, cows, sheep, goats, and small birds that feed on insects.  You know what else loves that tall grass? Snakes that feed on small birds that feed on insects.  Yep, it’s all got to go.

We’re planning to build an arched, wrought iron entrance.  Something appropriately scaled that will look right at home in rural Missouri (Something like this but, you know, not a cemetery).  Eventually, this will be a small reception area.  It will allow us to engage in limited public outreach while keeping the main campus set back and private.    We’ll have a multi-purpose barn and some (very) limited and discrete parking.  We want everything to be in harmony with the rural environment and always respectful of our neighbors.

Of course, none of this can be accomplished without God’s grace and your generous support.  Support that includes your prayers, your donations, and your help to connect us to people who have the willingness and capacity to help us build this school.

Please consider helping us and check back often for updates on our progress.

 

Bearing Witness

 

For this I was born, and for this I have come into the world, to bear witness to the truth (Jn 18:37)

 

In America, the term Witness Tree has at least two meanings.  The first is as a witness to history.  That is, a tree that was present during a significant American historical or cultural moment.  The second usage refers to a tree that serves as a marker of a geographical boundary.  It’s primarily that second usage that concerns us here.

In keeping with the monastic custom of naming created (and even manufactured) objects in honor of saints, meet Boniface.  We named this Missouri Oak that marks the northern most boundary of our land in honor of the 7th Century English saint who brought the Gospel to Germany.  Legend has it that St. Boniface felled the great Donar’s Oak — a tree that was sacred to the Pagan Germans.  When St. Boniface brought down that tree, he brought down the idolatry of the German tribes and the paganism that kept them in darkness and bondage. In its place, he planted a life-giving tree, the Cross of Jesus Christ.

When we’re ready to break ground for construction, we’ll gather around our bishop with our friends, neighbors and benefactors and we too will literally plant the Cross of Christ in this land.   And just as the Lord abundantly blessed St. Boniface’s mission, by the prayers of that great saint, may he bless ours as well.

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Addendum:  St. Boniface was previously named Wynfreth and, for a few days, so was this tree.  In the end, we thought Boniface was the wiser choice but we can be persuaded to change our minds! Let us know what you think in the comments.