Dagmar Braun Celeste shares with us a little about her call to the Priesthood... 

Only God’s Love by Dagmar Braun Celeste RCWP

For many years, I believed that the most important day of my life was the day I was baptized.  Then, after experiencing my First Communion, I was certain that no other day would ever match the glory of that day.  But in that same year even more grace was added on the day of my Confirmation.  None of the elaborate trappings of that day could camouflage the fact that I had become co-responsible for the well-being of my soul and the health of my church.  That day I became a spiritual warrior, ready to lay down my life for the love of God.  And for over thirty years, I believed that nothing would ever overshadow the radiant joy of my wedding day.   (Hit the Read More button below to continue with Dagmar’s story)

Mary Eileen shares with us a little about her call to the Priesthood...​

Called to Serve the Church    by Mary Eileen Collingwood, ARCWP

I grew up in a family that was always taking care of someone. During my teenage years, I worked in a Catholic-sponsored nursing home as a nurse's aide.  The nuns in charge indoctrinated us so that everyone who worked there knew the main goal was to prepare the residents for heaven.  After high school, I entered the convent. When it was apparent that my mother was having difficulty caring for my grandmother and I felt the pull to help out, I left the convent to come home.  (My Superior wasted no time in letting me know that I was not submissive enough for convent life.)  So naturally, after I was married and our first child was 6 months old, I thought nothing of having my great-aunt's best friend move in with us when she had nowhere else to live.  This gesture often repeated itself throughout our marriage, including the time after my older sister's death when her five girls needed a place to stay when their father worked weekends, holidays, and summer recess.  And when my father-in-law was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, my husband and I cared for him in our home until he could be placed in an appropriate nursing facility.                 (Hit the Read More button below to continue with Mary Eileen's story)