This was both the 20th mission historically, and also ours on our journey. It was built in 1817 and by this time the mission director was Fr. Vincente Francisco de Sarria. The mission was established to serve as a medical mission to assist Mission San Francisco. It would be the first organized hospital in California. I am sure it is not a coincidence, but still I think it is a fitting connection to the archangel who is known for the healing of Tobit in the Old Testament story.
Although it was one of the last missions to be erected, it would be one of the first to be sold during the secularization period. A general under the Mexican government, General Vallejo, took advantage of the opportunity to purchase the mission property. The original mission church was left to ruins some time in the 1830s. The people once tried to rebuild at the site in 1855 but it was later torn down. Eventually, the land at the immediate location of the mission was returned to the church. Several churches were built at this site but did not last. The current church on the site was built in 1919.
It turns out that this building was the last remnant of the mission that once stood here. The church that we thought was the mission was the present day parish church. In fact, even this chapel is a replica that was built in 1949 on the same site as the original with funds from the Hearst Foundation. The main church was built in 1919 on the same site as the original mission but the parish did not choose to replicate the original adobe. So, the only real link to the original mission are the bells that are inside the mission museum. There are three replica bells that are hanging from a wooden frame near the entrance to show a unity with the exterior of the other missions today.

Everything seemed just out of reach at this mission. Even the statue of Fr. Serra was too far into the landscaping to touch.
Just before leaving the area, I looked back at the church we were unable to enter. I saw San Rafael looking out over the city (and us) with his hand holding a cross outstretched. He seemed to be blessing us as we began our last part of the trip. So far we had been peacefully enjoying the day. I said a little prayer asking St. Rafael to continue to help our family on this last day.
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