Walk In, Whoever You Are
No special clothes. No particular knowledge. The bulletin will guide you through the service, or you can simply sit and follow along. There is a sensory room available for children, or for anyone who needs a quieter space.
Our Story
A Parish Made & Remade
St. Andrew’s has worshiped in Montevallo since 1860, through war, weather, and the slow, ordinary griefs of a small Alabama town.
Twice it has been undone. A tornado tore the first church to the ground in 1873. A second storm did the same in 1939, and when the Bishop of Alabama came to see the wreckage, he did not soften what he found.
It looks as if a giant had picked it up, crushed it, thrown it to the ground, and then ground it under his heel. A complete loss.
And twice the people gathered in the wreckage, grieved, and built again. The neo-Gothic brick church you stand in today, at the corner of Plowman and Oak, is the third St. Andrew’s that Montevallo has known, each one raised on new ground. It rose, like the ones before it, out of what looked for all the world like the end.
This is the gospel we stake our lives on: that the God who raised Jesus is mending everything sin and storm have broken, and will not stop until heaven and earth are one and every last tear is wiped away. Nothing surrendered to him is ever finally lost. Whatever in your life lies in ruins, you are welcome here, among people who have learned the hard way that ruin is never the final word.
