| The Preacher’s Corner By Rev. Dr. Milton Winter Getting church addresses not easy Last
week Greg Goodwiller, our presbytery executive, gave me the task of
compiling a list of the physical addresses of all our North Mississippi
churches. You would think somebody had done this long ago, but many of
the churches get their mail at a post office box, and for a long time
many country churches were on rural roads that did not have names. The
purpose of this project was to post the addresses on our website, so
that visitors can find their way. I thought it
would be an easy task, taking an afternoon’s labor at most. How hard
could it be to get addresses for the 20 or so of our 65 churches that
did not have a street address on file? After all, I have been to every
one of these churches. If I could find it, why would it be difficult to
say where it was? However, by the end of a week’s labor, with much
consultation of Mapquest and White Pages online, as well as numerous
telephone calls and conversations, the list is only semi-complete, and
I have done all I can do! Of course, getting a
physical address was easy for all the town churches, but the country
churches were a different matter. I thought that by now all the north
Mississippi counties had assigned addresses to every barn and chicken
coop through the 911/EMS program. But I found that some of our small
churches either had not been assigned addresses, or had not posted the
number, or did not know whether they had or not. (And they say
Presbyterians are a highly-organized denomination!) I even had to track
down phone numbers of many of the church clerks so that I could ask. The
situation is easily understood if one thinks historically. Most of
these rural churches were founded in the very long ago, before roads
were paved or areas mapped. Some trace their history to a very
venerable age and if you find them you are in for a real architectural
treat. When the pioneers established a church, it was often built on
land donated by a leading member, often at the boundary between farms
of two church families. In many cases a deed was never filed, so you
can’t even obtain the information I was seeking from the courthouse. Changes
came as the years passed. Railroads and straighter highways were built,
and often the old church was bypassed. But by now the church was
surrounded by a cemetery, and it would have been a real crisis of
sentiment to abandon the location, though sometimes the difficult
decision was made. One of our churches, Old
Monroe, at Algoma, south of Pontotoc—for instance—has two locations.
There is the country location and the “city” location—an arrangement
worked out a century ago when all the members moved into the village of
Algoma, but a decision was made to preserve the old church with its
evocative cemetery across the road. In many
cases, the congregations just stayed put, resigning themselves to
existence as “wee kirks,” but content with their lot and proud in their
service. There are few institutions more resiliant than a country
church, and most of them have carried on valiantly, with just enough
new members appearing through the years to sustain the organization and
keep up the cemetery. This, then, is why lovely old churches with names
like Bethany, Sand Spring, Mt. Zion, New Hope, Friendship, and Unity,
keep their watch at North Mississippi locations virtually impossible
for the uninitiated visitor to find! Many years
ago, Dr. Ernest Trice Thompson, one of our church’s historians
reflected on the movement of members to town and cities. He said that
“in general, churches in the city do not sustain themselves but feed on
recruits that come to them constantly from the country.” Fifty
years later, I believe his statement is still true. This gift to city
churches is made at great cost to rural and small town churches which
send their young people away for education and to seek their fortunes.
C.W. Grafton — for fifty years minister at rural Union Church, in south
Mississippi, wrote in his old age that “what our country churches lose,
the big towns and cities gain; and today, the churches of Meridian,
Laurel, Hattiesburg, Gulfport, have received the heart and soul of the
piney woods.” So, when I asked one lady out from
Charleston, for the address of her church, I was not the least
surprised when she said, “Well, it depends on the direction you are
coming from.” Or the gentleman down south of
Eupora who told me, “I have been going to my church all my life, but
I’ll be hanged if I could tell you how to find it from Holly Springs!”
I’ve been to the “little brown church in the vale,” but you’d better
have good directions if you set out to find it.
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