Mission High
By Christine Stoddard
QuailBellMagazine.com
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There was a time in my life when I was probably more likely to become a professional athlete than a missionary, but life has more phases than the moon and, thus, I found myself in Piura, Peru last month. During my mission, I stayed at Santísimo Sacramento, a parish where the word "devout" only begins to describe most of the parish workers. These kind people show their wisdom every day by distributing food, caring for the sick, and educating across neighborhoods and generations, knowing that serving the poor and acting on the side of social justice will bring you closer to God than spewing rhetoric—no matter how perfectly quoted—ever will.
The mission is simple, sturdy, and clean, and can accommodate a couple dozen missionaries at any time. But what I like best about the actual building is its elevation. It allowed me to see more of Piura at once than I could anywhere else in this sprawling city with few tall buildings. Here are some of the sights:
The mission is simple, sturdy, and clean, and can accommodate a couple dozen missionaries at any time. But what I like best about the actual building is its elevation. It allowed me to see more of Piura at once than I could anywhere else in this sprawling city with few tall buildings. Here are some of the sights:
