I am on my way to morning prayer, the way each day at the mission begins. My job here is to teach the natives the Catholic religion.
The natives hate learning about our religion, but their hands are needed to work the fields. We also want the Indians to be loyal Spanish citizens.
Most of the day is spent working. Native men are in the fields which are outside the mission walls. These fields are used to raise crops and to breed cattle. When the Indians don’t obey, we are forced to punish them. The women stay inside the mission walls and carry out tasks like cooking, weaving, and cleaning.
I head back to my room with dinner. I am grateful for the food that we have because food is often scarce in this area. Having a good meal for dinner is a blessing to myself and the mission.
We are again on our way to teach the natives our religion. The Catholic priests, including myself, are only trying to do the right thing and spread the true word of God. Our goal is to help these Indians have a better life as Spanish citizens.
It is time for the end of the day and evening prayer. I am glad it is finally here because I am exhausted.