We are excited to introduce an updated way to hear from Clarence Jordan! Steve Krout has been hard at work digitizing some of Clarence Jordan’s sermons and they will be sold in our online farm store. Some of these sermons were recorded to be sold and distributed to share Koinonia’s story and view. Some of them were recording as Clarence was preaching or speaking all over the country. The process of digitizing the recordings will be slow, but we are excited to begin this project and make it easier for people to hear from Clarence in his own words.
When asked to reflect on Clarence Jordan and the legacy of his writings, Koninoia member Elizabeth shared this with us:
Recently Steve Krout shared that he is digitizing all of the collection of Clarence Jordan’s sermons and talks. These recordings will be available to download, and many people all over the world will be able to hear Clarence speak, some for the first time.
As he told us about this project, I was reminded of a story I once read. A young Hutterite woman named Lena Hofer came to live at Koinonia in the late 1960s. She attended the local high school, and one day she got permission from her teachers to bring in a recording of Clarence to play for all her classmates. Given the rancor that the local white community felt towards Clarence, I am always amazed when I read this story that the students received the recording well. Lenny Jordan, the youngest child of Clarence and Florence, happened to be walking down the hall and heard his father speaking. In surprise he looked in the classroom, and then realized that he was hearing a recording.
At the end of school, Lena returned home and was excited to see Clarence to tell him about her day. Not wanting to disturb him, she debated whether or not to go out to Clarence’s writing shack. She decided that she would go for just a short visit. Bubbling over with excitement, she told him about how well her day went as the students heard the recordings. As we well know of the man, Clarence greeted Lena warmly and told her he had one of his books, which had just returned from the publisher, autographed and waiting for her. Lena thanked Clarence, but told him that she didn’t want to trouble him further. Clarence said to her, “Then give me a hug before you go.” As they were embracing, he stiffened and then slumped back. Clarence had died of a massive heart attack. He died at the age of 57, doing what he loved: writing and spending time with the Koinonia.