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The 2016 Detroit Ministry Weekend

Img 1307 It’s that time of year again! We are rapidly approaching the 2016 Detroit Ministry Weekend, the high point of the year for the Capuchin Vocation Office. This year our candidates and inquires will be invited to travel to Detroit, Michigan, the headquarters of the St. Joseph Province, on Friday, October 28th, 2016. They will join the Friars for evening prayer and dinner at St. Bonaventure Monastery before enjoying a social with the Friars that evening. The evening will conclude with a tour of the Solanus Casey Center. The next day, Saturday, October 29th, 2016 will consist of visits to many of...

Mercy and the Mystery of Suffering

Birkenau gate On July 2, our world lost one of the great authors and humanitarians of our time, Elie Wiesel, who survived the Nazi Holocaust and spent his life urging the world to never forget or repeat its horrors.  In his classic book, Night, he describes the incapacity of human language to truly reflect what he experienced. Read the quote at: www.goodreads.com Wiesel’s loss for words echoes the mystery of human suffering that Job confronts in the first reading for today’s Eucharist:  Perish the day on which I was born, the night when they...

90th Anniversary of Capuchins in Montana

St. labre mission church To live the Gospel of Jesus Christ! That is the first line of the Rule of Life that St. Francis of Assisi wrote in the 13th Century for his brothers, and that we Capuchin Franciscans commit ourselves to: the Rule of the Friars Minor is this - to live the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ The heart of our Ministry as Capuchin Franciscans, and our rule of life, is basically the same as that of St. Paul: “we do not preach ourselves but Christ Jesus as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus’ sake....

a spirituality of bingo

Last supper It’s 10:07 AM on a balmy Friday morning in Southern California. The air in the colorless multi-purpose room is tense, yet sedentary...and a little bit stinky. “B,” faces begin to scrunch up, necks begin to pivot frantically, eyes race up and down the fatefully-laminated columns on the narrow dining table, “14.” A moment of dish-shuffling, chip-clicking, and frustrated groans. “Is this straight bingo or cover-all?” asks the pleasant little lady from North Dakota. “Cover-all,” answers the lanky young man in a sweat-dampened Franciscan habit. “Well, then I guess I have...