I took this photo the other day, on my maybe fourth trip to the Tumacacori mission outside of Tubac, AZ. The mission fascinates me, probably as much because of its not-restored condition, as the thought of what life must have been like when it was constructed. That construction was not as long ago as one might think, judging by the architecture and building materials. History says the mission was established in 1691, but the church itself, constructed in the Spanish Colonial style, wasn't completed until 1757. Located in a cultural crossroads between the settled O'odham, the raiding Apache, Spanish conquistadors, and Franciscan and Jesuit missionaries, the mission simultaneously represented revolutionary new ideas and established customs. In this photo, I am struck by the juxtaposition of door/entryways, building materials, and the cross atop the rock-strewn grave. Thousands of years ago, far from this place, Jesus declared himself the way, the truth, and the life. I see Him in this photo.