Charles, OFM Cap.

@frcharles.bsky.social

Capuchin friar & priest currently serving as a parochial vicar

Going over the plan for Friday's funeral, I notice that the readings chosen aren't among the standards. Upon closer examination I see that they're from those suggested in the marriage ritual. Eh, why not?

I'm experiencing with one of the friars something my dad introduced me to. You know that cognitive issues, hearing loss, and not listening in the first place are all at play, but have no idea about in what proportions.

Amused as I relate to someone one of the most Italian things an Italian friar ever said to me. When I was beginning language school in Assisi, an old friar gave me this tip: "Try to fall in love with the teacher."

When John Vianney is said to be patron of parish priests is that 'parish priest' in the usage of parochus/pastor or does it mean all priests assigned to parishes? (Asking as a parochial vicar.)

My children, your ❤️ are small, but prayer enlarges them and renders them capable of loving God. Prayer is a foretaste of heaven, an overflowing of heaven. It never leaves us without sweetness; it is like 🍯, it descends into the soul and sweetens everything. ~ St. John Vianney (Office of Readings)

Ha ha meeting with a couple I wanted to look something up in the marriage ritual so I went to take it off the shelf but instead I grabbed the exorcism book (it's the same color and size). Oh sorry guys, this is for a different appointment.

"Yes, Mrs. So-and-so, I'd love to try your [spicy fermented cabbage foodstuff]." [Thinking] "Hee hee the friars will love when I stink up the kitchen with this!" Religious life, home of the highest quality passive aggression

Whatever little we have, Jesus says, “Bring it here to me,” that it might be transformed and multiplied in the blessed destiny of the saving banquet prophesied by Isaiah, inaugurated by Jesus, and extended through history in the holy sacrifice of the Mass. #HomilyBleat

An error and revealing of my lack of recollection but nevertheless another encouraging sign that Spanish is repossessing my mind after the long, surreal, Italian parenthesis of my Roman period: during the Salve Regina tonight I sang, "convierte."

The monk giving our retreat conferences this week, Fr. Jean-Claude, explained how in the church where he is from in France they have, in the sacristy, a Jansenist crucifix. I had never heard of such a thing. Fascinating. Look it up if you're curious.

Today always reminds me of when I knew I had joined an institute of the active life. Old Fr. Zachary Grant, may he rest in peace, preached on Martha and Mary and said "Well, I'm sure that after this the Lord said, 'Ok, I've made my point. Now, go help your sister.'"