New Beginnings Moravian Garden Groundbreaking

On Sunday, January 26th, John joined Pastor Russ Williams and members of the congregation of New Beginnings Moravian Church at the church’s property at the corner of Black Farms Road and N.C. Highway 73 in Huntersville to break ground on the new garden ministry.

New Beginnings Moravian Garden is an outreach ministry of New Beginnings Moravian Church of Huntersville, North Carolina. The garden project was approved by the church board in October 2019.

The garden will be located on a 13-acre tract of land the church owns at the corner of Black Farms Road and N.C. Highway 73, about 3 miles from downtown Huntersville. The primary purpose of the garden will be to provide fresh produce for local food banks, fulfilling the Biblical imperative to feed the hungry.

The garden ministry will also offer education and outreach programs that will strengthen the resilience and self-reliance of the community while communicating the church's prime message of salvation through Jesus Christ.

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