A Church Built by Faithful Hands
In March of 1892, the small Catholic community of Tres Pinos gathered its modest means and paid seventy-five dollars for a plot of land at the south end of town. It was not much money even then, but it was offered with great love — the down payment of a people determined to raise a house for God in the heart of the San Benito Valley.
Through the spring, summer, and autumn of that year, the townspeople themselves did the building. They cut and planed long planks of pine and oak, and the local blacksmiths hammered out the hinges, the doorplates, and every metal fixture by hand at their forges. The little church rose plank by plank, nail by nail, the fruit of neighbors laboring side by side.
When the work was finished, there stood a little white country church beside the Airline Highway — humble, sturdy, and beloved. It was, in the truest sense, a parish before it was officially called one: a community that had built its own sanctuary with its own hands.
