Category Archives: WRITINGS

As the Oblate Superior, Eugene was the one with overall responsibility for the religious life, the mission and the spirit of the Missionaries. He kept his finger on the pulse of the congregation through regular contact with each one, and … Continue reading →

Everything was not always rosy in community life. Father Honorat was the hard-working superior of the Calvaire community in Marseilles and seemed to be going through a rough patch – as a result of which his community suffered, and Eugene … Continue reading →

OBLATE STUDIES COURSES Please note that we have made a change to the way in which the courses will be presented in the future. This is in consideration to those participants who are not full-time students, and who find the … Continue reading →

 Our Lord wanted to experience in his mortal life all the fortunes mortals are heir to, the fortunes of that mortal nature he had assumed in his mysterious Incarnation […] He espoused our cause to the extent of identifying with … Continue reading →

As an adolescent in Venice, Eugene had stated: I shall fulfil those duties at fixed times, but with the freedom of God’s Spirit which will allow me to respond to whatever the circumstances demand. (Rey, Vol. I, p. 26.) René … Continue reading →

Through the eyes of our crucified Saviour we see the world which he redeemed with his blood, desiring that those in whom he continues to suffer will know also the power of his resurrection (cf. Phil 3: 10). CC&RR, Constitution … Continue reading →

Eugene’s Good Friday experience did not leave him standing at the foot of the Cross. The focus of his life had changed, and it became a continuous Easter – responding to the light of the Risen Christ’s, “I am with … Continue reading →

Eugene describes his joy at his first Easter celebration as a seminarian at Saint Sulpice. What a ravishing ceremony for Christians, how the heart was bursting, what joy as one joined with the whole Church of heaven and earth to … Continue reading →

Can I forget the bitter tears that the sight of the cross brought streaming from my eyes one Good Friday? “Can I forget … the sight of the cross?” asks Eugene, and the peace that flowed into his life as … Continue reading →

… we pronounced our vows with an indescribable joy. We savoured our happiness throughout this beautiful night, in the presence of Our Lord, at the foot of the magnificent throne where we had placed Him for the Mass of the … Continue reading →