FOR MANY, THE WORD “church” prompts visions of a physical structure, a place where people of faith gather to worship. Certainly, that’s part of the definition. But, even more important, “church” is the people. That’s why, in times of natural disaster or fire or whatever may render a physical building unusable, the “church” continues.
For 118 years, the faithful have gathered at St. Michael’s Catholic Church in Buckman. Even during COVID-19, Mass happens three mornings a week. On the September weekday Randy and I visited, not a soul was around, giving us ample opportunity to explore this beautiful aged sanctuary.
Despite the absence of people, I experienced the presence of those who call St. Michael’s their church home. I saw the human spiritual connection in handwritten prayers recorded in The Book of Innocents.
Upstairs, atop the balcony wall ledge, I noticed initials, names and dates etched in wood. Another human notation, albeit probably not appreciated by all. But the scratchings are part of St. Michael’s history.
As I looked down upon the massive sanctuary defined by stained glass, sculptures, woodcarvings, paintings and other impressive art, I considered the humanity of this place. Baptisms. First Communions. Weddings. Funerals. Events—joyful and sad—which brought/bring people together to celebrate or to mourn. Mass, too, with singing and praying and forgiving and worshiping and growing in faith.
Generations have gathered here, within these walls, as a faith family.
I’ve found comfort and joy here, too, celebrating the marriage of my father-in-law and a sister-in-law and grieving the loss of a brother-in-law and then my mother-in-law 27 years ago. Since then, the church has been restored and a side entry and fellowship hall added, making the building much more accessible.
In the new entry, I paused to read a small sign: PRAYER THE WORLD’S GREATEST WIRELESS CONNECTION. I laughed and thought, so true while simultaneously considering how much the world has changed since the construction of this church in 1903.
Yet, little has changed. People still define St. Michael’s. They gather here—as they have for generations—within this art rich sanctuary, embracing liturgy steeped in music and tradition, to worship God. And to connect, heart-to-heart, with one another and with their Savior. Even during a global pandemic.
This is the final post in my three-part series on St. Michael’s Catholic Church, Buckman, Minnesota.
© Copyright 2021 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
It is interesting that such a beautiful church was built so long ago away from any metro area. I know there are a lot of them in other small towns as well. Thanks for the photo tour of St. Michael’s in Buckman.
You may be interested in viewing this series I posted on St. Mary’s of Melrose in 2011. The church later burned to the point that it was not rebuilt. Tragic in so many ways.
Here’s the link to those posts: https://mnprairieroots.com/?s=Melrose
Thank you for this wonderful series, Audrey. It made me teary eyed and made me smile. So many memories… Always a beautiful church, the renovation is incredibly stunning. So glad Jerry and I have had the opportunity to stop and see it. As always, your words and photos have captured it well.
Thank you, Vivian. I’m grateful for your appreciation of my images and words featuring your home church of St. Michael’s. It’s a stunning house of worship.
Your part one, two and three of St. Michaels commentry was filled with many thoughtful observatons and connections. Even though you did not worship there growing up you were still able to find many things to love and appreicate about the church inside and out. Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
You are welcome.
Thank you for these pictures of a gorgeous church!
You are most welcome, Lynette.