At the St. Francis Inn, there is a sign on the inside of the door that says “Smile--Jesus is at the door!”, reminding team members and volunteers that no matter how late they are after the meal, no matter what their request is, whoever is at the door holds God within them. What a [...]
God is good. All the time. A common saying among believers, and for my generation it is even used as a call and response. Where one person will say “God is good” and then you would respond with “All the time”. It has become such a common saying that it has somehow lost its [...]
Franciscan Volunteer Ministry is a ministry of and rooted in the spirit, work and support of Franciscan Friars of Holy Name Province. Each FVM community is blessed with a Friar Site Supervisor who serves them as mentor and friend throughout their ministry. In July of 2020, FVM had to say goodbye to a loving [...]
Please try to forgive me for my naivety. However, I never expected to stumble upon a masterpiece of a mural in the pedestrian tunnel on 5th street right by the Benjamin Franklin Bridge. It’s possible David and Deaynna didn’t either. Liam did however, as evidenced by the fact that he purposely led us to [...]
For those who practice service, moments of reflection can come from the most unexpected situations. I couldn’t have guessed it myself, but barreling down a Philadelphia highway in a large van lovingly named “Orca” (as in the whale), hauling boxes of cakes, bread, and meat on a Wednesday morning (10 a.m., to be precise) is [...]
Peace and Good everyone. To be honest, I had a very hard time trying to figure out what to send this week. There is a lot happening in the world and it would be irresponsible of me to ignore it. Growing up I struggled with my faith because I only saw religion as another [...]
“Lovingly arrive at His feet.” – as seen on a Christian blog I latched on to this, knowing surrender was my weak spot and control was my best skill. But I wanted the peace that I saw so many others have. I wanted the graceful surrender and was up for the practice. So [...]
The music seemed to rise from the blades of grass. It moved in the sunlight that shone on Camden's streets and flooded our open windows and doorways. It danced with the breeze. Memorial Day had arrived, and the world cried out in joy. Its soundtrack was reggaeton. The familiar beat accompanied by unfamiliar words [...]
