One of the most popular questions we’ve had lately is why “Two Sparrows Farm?” Names can be saturated with meaning and value…or, they can simply be just a name. As it turns out, naming a farm is a lot harder than it seems.
To begin this saga, I’ll have to recount our journey into the world of farm nomenclature. When we first set out to find our dream farm, we started to take note of what other farms were called. Some bore the normal run-of-the-mill family names: Johnson Family Farm, Jones Dairy, Jon Doe and Sons, and the usual list of uncreative farm names that rang of boredom and monotony. Generally, these farms were typical conventional farms – corn, soybeans, bankruptcy signs and the like. Clearly, we needed a name that set us apart.
Other farms, we noticed, have a way of naming themselves. A farm on the banks of the Duck Creek dubbed “Duck Creek Farm” just made sense. Or another farm named “Broken Oak Farm” after a large Oak tree that split in an ice storm. These names were descriptive and fitting, but our farm had no real defining physical feature to be named after.
We realized we needed to start thinking outside of the box, so we began to brainstorm names that espoused our production practices. We searched for a name that encompassed our farming techniques (sustainable, natural, eco-friendly, and humane), but soon found that this would lump us in with the “hippy-crunchy-granola” farms as I call them – with names like “Tree-Hugger Farms” and “Planet-Saver Organic Produce.” And while we shared our common chemical-free practices with these Bohemian farms, somehow we lacked that shower-free appearance. Naturally, we decided to look elsewhere for a name.
Finally, after ruling out so many names and farm cliques that we didn’t fit in with, we began to ask – What is this farm to us? It is our life, our home, our business, our joy, our sorrow, our prayer. Now we were on to something. We needed a name that described who we are and what this farm is. This farm is our prayer – it is our prayer because we rely on it, are dependent on it, and place our hope in God to deliver it. With this realization, the name came: Two Sparrows Farm. That was it.
It was obvious to me, really. I have always struggled with trusting in God, and being a nature lover I have always taken comfort in the passage from Matthew’s Gospel that reads, “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground without your Father’s consent… So do not be afraid, you are worth more than many sparrows.” (Mt 10:29-31)
So here we are, lowly and common like the sparrow, but unafraid as we trust in God’s great care to watch over and protect us as we start this endeavor. Just as God feeds the birds of the air (Mt 6:26), we know that He will feed us the Bread of Life as we forsake societal pressure to seek wealth and comfort and instead opt for the life of humble farmers; where we work by the sweat of our brow (Gn 3:19) and trust in God’s Divine Providence for our livelihood. What better way to name our farm than to give it a name that challenges us and reminds us to trust in Him always.