Back in the early 1800s, Presbyterian congregations met in the wilds of rural Yolo County. Imagine neighbors bundling up for chilly wagon rides to worship in cozy homes or dusty schoolhouses, swapping stories and perhaps a bit of homemade jam. With the town of Davisville’s official birth in 1868, the community pooled $4,000-practically a small fortune-to build a humble wooden church right nearby. But like a good plot twist, the church moved and rebuilt, following the community as it grew.
The town changed its name to Davis in 1907, trying out a sleeker look, and DCC faced some fiery drama. In 1924, flames completely destroyed the church, but that didn’t keep this congregation down. Rising from the ashes, they put down even deeper roots, adding ecumenical dreams-so inclusive, they even hosted a cornerstone ceremony with Baptist, Methodist, Episcopal, Congregational, and Presbyterian folks in attendance. Talk about a religious potluck!
A second fire in 1937? Check. They rebuilt again, this time adding a stunning stained glass window inspired by “The Light of the World.” As decades passed, DCC welcomed parents and tiny tots, forming a nursery school that still hums with laughter on Fourth and D. Even as recently as the '90s, another arson fire struck-but like a true Phoenix (and yes, Phoenix Hall is the real name), the church rebuilt with brand-new fellowship spaces.
Today, Davis Community Church is not just a Presbyterian congregation but a beacon for justice and inclusion, just a short stroll from the university. If buildings could talk, I bet this one would have a thousand stories-and maybe a dad joke or two. Let's continue to the next stop!
