Thursday, March 22, 2012

It's a Beautiful Thing.

Kids are always interesting to talk to. They’re honest to a fault, never too shy to point out things that we often choose to tactfully ignore.

I went to Spring Lake Wesleyan Church this past Sunday to talk to a group of kids about the upcoming auction. In our conversation, I asked the kids what Jesus said about how we should treat the poor. A little girl shouted out instantly, “Take from the rich and give to the poor!”

All of the adults in the room either chuckled or balked at the tiny blonde revolutionary in our midst, but perhaps she was tapping into one of those truths that children openly talk about and adults are more hesitant to breach.

It’s the idea of taking our excess and applying it in a more socially responsible way – not quite the extreme that my young audience member suggested, but of a similar vein. We live in a community that undoubtedly has felt the effect of the economic downturn, but we still have a little disposable capital we can choose to apply to extras – eating out, buying new electronics, seeing a movie. What the Heart for the World Auction does is provide a way for our community to purchase some really incredible extras, like a piece of art or a pie a month, and transfer that money directly to an organization that addresses a global issue.

This year they chose us. And we are so, so excited.

It’s been a humbling experience seeing the community donate items to be auctioned. Some donations come from socially-minded organizations while others come from creative individuals. Without knowing our partner farmers personally, members of our community are contributing directly to their success by donating these items.

We’ve been watching the list of auction items grow over the weeks, and each new item means new opportunities for development in La Unión – the opportunity for more microloans, community partnership programs, direct trade coffee sales, etc. The more our organization can grow and thrive, the more opportunities these farmers have for a just price for their hard work. It means individuals who come from generations of coffee farmers can feel like the quality of their coffee is finally being reflected in the purchasing price. It means families will be provided for. It means more community partnership programs that lead to clean water, sanitation, and education.

The whole process of preparing for the auction has been exciting, especially when we think about the farmers in Honduras and how they will benefit. We’re all looking forward to the event itself, this Saturday. It’s the next step in the process, another way members of our community can partner with the community of La Unión. It may not be exactly as that little girl described it on Sunday; we’re not taking from a group to give to another. But we are taking that excess we’re privileged to have and applying it to a program that supports those who don’t understand our idea of excess– in fact, sometimes quite the opposite. It’s a beautiful thing, really. And we’re honored to be part of it.

If you’d like to get involved in this event, contact us at or visit the auction website: You can buy tickets to the event at the door on the 24th - they're only $10!

Also, check out this video Spring Lake Wesleyan put together as an intro to our organization!

Heart for the World Auction
March 24, 2012
5-8 p.m.
Spring Lake Wesleyan Church

Written by Morgan Fett

Monday, March 5, 2012

A Cup of Coffee with Filadelfo Juarez

The three of us stand outside his doorway, armed with a Chemex coffee maker, a scale, a blender, and Filadelfo Juarez’s Zingerman’s-roasted coffee tucked away in our bag. I’m with Patrick and Martir, members of the Unión MicroFinanza team in Honduras, and we’re about to have a cup of coffee with Filadelfo Juarez.

Filadelfo, or Fito, works for the public schools in the area of La Unión, Lempira, Honduras. He was an elementary teacher for eleven years and now holds an administrative position. He also grows coffee. Good coffee. He owns a small amount of land outside of town and harvests it during the school break. That means that during his vacation, he’s up at 5, kisses his wife and two young kids goodbye, piles coffee pickers into his truck, and drives up through the lush mountains to his fields. We are at his house to give him some of the coffee picked last year, roasted by Zingerman’s in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

He invites us into his home, with simple concrete walls, humble furnishings, and a telenovela playing on the TV in the background. His two children run up to greet us. All shake hands, exchange greetings, and then we tell him why we’re here. We bought coffee from him last year, which means his hard work was rewarded with a fair price instead of the tragically low prices imposed on farmers here in Honduras. Moreover, his coffee was roasted and sold at a fantastic store in the United States, in Michigan.

That’s when we pull out the bag, the 12-ounce brightly colored Zingerman’s bag with Fito’s name written across the front label. His face lights up as he gingerly takes the bag from Patrick, runs his fingers across his name, and asks us in Spanish, “This is my coffee?” Farmers in Honduras usually don’t know where their coffee ends up in the world, let alone get to see it beautifully packaged with their own name right on the bag.

Fito’s grinning, and we are too.

He calls his wife over to look at his coffee and they both touch it, ask more questions about it. Where exactly is it sold? This is the coffee we sold you last year? Bags just like this are sold in Michigan? I mention how his coffee was actually the coffee of the month at Zingerman’s, and Patrick describes the sign in the store that says “Honduran Microlot: Filadelfo Juarez”. We decide to prepare some coffee then and there, and Fito has the honor of opening the bag. He tears it open with a knife and smells it, inhaling deeply. He passes it to his wife so she can smell it too, and then they scoop some out in a spoon for their little girl. She stands on her tiptoes to smell her dad’s roasted coffee. Still grinning, Fito says that it smells delicious. 

The coffee most Hondurans drink is called café de bolsa, or coffee in a bag. It’s pre-ground, very low quality, and devoid of flavor. This certainly doesn’t smell like café de bolsa. Fito asks us about the roasting, and we describe the process at Zingerman’s Coffee Company, the sophistication of the custom roaster, and the care with which they test and roast his coffee. Patrick translates the description on the bag: notes of tropical fruit, honeysuckle, and the bittersweet presence of grapefruit. Fito nods, agreeing that his land is known to produce a grapefruit flavor. My mouth begins to water.

We take out our equipment and start measuring the fresh coffee beans. We explain the process to Fito and his family as we run the beans through an old blender, our best replacement for a coffee grinder. His wife boils water on the stove in a tin pot, and when it’s ready, we pour it over the small mountain of Fito’s ground coffee in our Chemex. Everyone, everyone, leans in as the aroma drifts up from the Chemex. There are audible responses, and Fito and his wife exclaim in delight that it smells delicious.

As the last drops of coffee filter through, Fito’s wife washes out some small teacups. She asks us if we want to add sugar and we surprise her by politely declining. Café de bolsa is always prepared with a lot of sugar, either to drown out any mucky, bitter taste or make up for a lack thereof. We assure her she doesn’t need to add sugar to this coffee, and she pours it straight into the teacups.

Fito is first. He sips carefully and smiles, and then we give his wife the next cup. Our cups come next. I ask Fito what he thinks his coffee tastes like. Before he responds, his wife claims in surprise that the coffee isn’t bitter at all, that it’s remarkably smooth. We all agree. We acknowledge the floral hint of honeysuckle, giving the coffee a delicate sweetness. And then we turn to Fito for his response.

“Well, this isn’t café de bolsa.” Fito is chuckling, and we are too.

We stand around the kitchen, savoring what is surely the best coffee this household has ever had. We review the flavors, the grapefruit, the honeysuckle again, and over and over they mention how unbelievably smooth this coffee is. No sugar needed. We’ll leave the rest of the coffee with Fito, so he and his family can continue to smell it, drink it, display it, enjoy it. I’m glad I tucked his coffee into my suitcase the day before I left; seeing Fito and his family’s reaction to their own coffee, beautifully roasted and packaged and prepared, is a humbling experience.

We settle into the small patio outside, chatting as we sit on plastic chairs. Fito tells us about how he’s going back to work in a week and describes this year’s harvest. Instead of the gradual maturation of his coffee, all of it seems to have matured at once. While that means he gets to pick almost all of his coffee before returning to work, if rain comes in and delays coffee picking, his livelihood could be destroyed in a matter of days. The fragility of it all strikes me. It’s especially powerful to process while I’m sitting in Fito’s house, accepting coffee and fresh watermelon from his wife, watching his children play, realizing that much of this situation would be different and could be different due to a few days of rain, sun, or any other small and uncontrollable circumstance. Fito’s hopeful that the weather will hold out. He’s especially excited, too, because he claims that this year’s harvest is going to be even better than last year’s. I think of the amazing coffee we just shared with him and imagine the possibility.

I cannot wait for my next cup of coffee with Filadelfo Juarez. 

Story and photos by Morgan Fett