A while back I had heard about an old church near Yucatan Landing near Lake St. Joseph. A couple of friends and I ventured that way this past Saturday and finally found it. But, alas, it had collapsed about a year before. We missed it the first time we drove by it, but a second look showed us the twin spires of the church building. One of them is covered in vines, but the other is still visible.
My friends Robert Walker and Jerry Rushing were rather sad at the demise of the old church and wondered aloud about the lives that had been changed there. We thought about all the folks who had been married there, had their funeral preached there and accepted our Lord and Savior there. But the town of Point Pleasant eventually faded away and the old church stood as long as she could before the elements overtook her. The lone spire pointing toward the sky seems defiant to the ravages of time, trying her best to welcome folks to the church house doors one more time. I tell you this, the vines may cover her over one day, but I will never forget her.