Bethlehem Farm

by Patrick Boudewyns
Loyola Academy, Chicago IL
 
   When today's youth are accustomed to the privileged lifestyle that they believe to be "ordinary," an eye-opening experience is in order. It is common for us to take for granted the very things that most people in other regions of the nation, or even the world, would consider themselves fortunate to have. The house residents and summer servants of Bethlehem Farm, located in the heart of Appalachian West Virginia, devote their time and compassion to the service of the neighboring communities. These leaders are well known for their superior home repairs and moral support for those struggling from an economic depression that plagues the area. Upon arriving at Bethlehem Farm we were met with open arms by these very same servants of humanity.
    I was excited by thought of seven days with nine of my high school classmates immersing ourselves in the beautiful region of the Mid-Western Appalachians. However, I soon realized that I was unaware of the lasting impression that this service opportunity would bestow upon me. We were met atop the mountain farm by another group of anxious high school students who would also share the experience with my peers and I. Not long after the initial introductions, the farm staff explained that Bethlehem Farm is a Catholic community in Appalachia that transforms lives through service to the local community and the teaching of sustainable practices.
    Bethlehem Farm is able to follow through with these actions as a result of the four Gospel cornerstones: community, prayer, service, and simplicity. This organization is closely associated with the citizens of neighboring towns, thus creating a large community brought together by a sense of companionship. As was the farms' policy, each day must begin and end with a prayer. We dedicated each prayer session to a topic of importance regarding the present problems within our lives, such as lack of appreciation for what we are so blessed to have. In addition to prayer, Bethlehem Farm stresses the importance of service. Whether it was dry-walling and painting the second floor of a Baptist church, replacing siding, painting homes, or installing new windows, our mark was left in the hearts and minds of each grateful homeowner, church parishioner, and family. After a week spent with outside bucket showers, limited water usage, organic meals produced directly from the farm, and morning chores, a profound sense of respect is formed for those who live lives of simplicity and gratitude. I was both amazed and humbled by the people that crossed my path while working in West Virginia and by their sincere belief that they have been blessed with such a rich and fulfilling life.
    Through this unique service trip I was given the opportunity to spend a week of immersion as a student in the presence of life's true teachers. I have returned to my "extraordinary" lifestyle with new relationships and a deeper appreciation for the life that I lead. I still remain in contact with those that I have shared this memory with, and plan to take advantage of any and all service opportunities that will arise throughout my life. It is unfortunate that many people will continue to live on in blissful ignorance, while those who have little to offer can give the greatest joy. Not only has this event in my life been an eye-opening experience, but also a life-changing experience.

Ode to Bethlehem Farm

by Paul Cozzi, St.  Ignatius College Prep High School, Chicago IL

Twas the day before leaving and up on the roof we sat,

Among sun, heat and many a gnat.

We met with Lawrence and Bonnie too,

and Amanda did her voice of a cow, moo-moo.

We saw horses, guineas, and chickens in coop,

we complained when we stepped in piles of horse poop.

Lawrence many tales with us did share, 

of horses, donkeys, of chickens, of hares.

With unicorn blood the roof we covered nice,

while dining on leftover portions of white rice.

We sat and joked and told many a story,

We basked in the sun to make a tan of glory.

It was with a somber face that we pulled away,

for if we could, we for sure would stay.

We learned how to prepare a wonderful feast

By the way John is a beast.

As we hung up the hammer and closed the barn,

we cursed and said oh, gosh darn.

To leave a farm of such good times

Where we worked for not even nickels or dimes.

A place of memories, Bethlehem Farm

that place of God, and that place of charm.