Of the Mission there is little to see. Its priest and its people are full of imperfections. It is justly criticized. It stems few or perhaps no waves of wickedness. But almost all, up and down the valley, up and down the mountains, sooner or later feel the warmth of its Soul.
 
At Christmas and Easter, when death strikes, in baptism, in need and succor, some force unseen and inexplicable is powerful and warming and winning. It is the Soul of the Mission. It is God.

— The Rev. George W. Jones, 1943