Tapping the Wine Cellar-August 19, 2021

Please join Fr. Keith, Vicky, Tim, and special guests, Companions Gretchen Bailey and Pat Large for August 19th’s Tapping the Wine Cellar! We hope you can take some time to explore the readings for Sunday using this video as a jumping-off point.

Tapping the Wine Cellar will take a break as we prepare for a new project that explores the book In Water and in Blood: A Spirituality of Solidarity and Hope by Fr. Robert Schreiter, C.PP.S. Watch the website and our Friday emails for more information when we are ready to invite people to participate.


A Celebration of the Kansas City Province

On August 15, we celebrated the founding of the Missionaries of the Precious Blood (1815) and the Kansas City Province (1965). Tthe Kansas City Province gathered to remember the last 56 years as a Precious Blood community in the Midwest. We took time to celebrate the accomplishments and most of all, the people as we prepare to create a new United States Province later this year. May God bless our province, people, and the work we do. 

Please enjoy the slideshow we shared that celebrates the last 56 years.

Tapping the Wine Cellar-August 6, 2021

Please join Fr. Keith, Vicky, Tim, and special guests Sr. Donna Liette, C.PP.S. and Fr. David Matz, C.PP.S. for August 5th’s Tapping the Wine Cellar! We hope you can take some time to explore the readings for Sunday using this video as a jumping-off point.


from Gabino Zavala, Justice and Peace Director

At 8:15 am on August 6, 1945, Hiroshima became the first city to suffer an attack by a nuclear weapon. Many were immediately incinerated. Thousands more died in the next four months because of the effects of nuclear weapons.

Three days later, on August 9 Nagasaki was also attacked by a nuclear bomb. Historically, Nagasaki was the center of Japanese Catholicism since 1549 when the Jesuit Missionary Francis Xavier began his missionary work in Japan. That day 8,500 of the 12,000 Catholics were killed.

The cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki commemorate the bombings every year. They have made a commitment to ensure that the memory of these horrific attacks is not forgotten and to continue to pass on  information about the bombings so that we might work for nuclear disarmament and world peace.

Nuclear weapons continue to be a serious threat to human life and to all of God’s creation. Justice and Peace are intimately linked with the issue.  Where there is armed conflict, injustice thrives, and injustice provides fertile ground for violence. This time of commemoration of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki can help us to focus on prayer, reflection, and action on behalf of peace and nuclear disarmament.


May the God of Peace, the God of healing be with you,
may the love of Christ dwell deep within your hearts,
may the spirit enlighten your way.

We remember the victims of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
We stand in the presence of all those who perished.
We pray for the victims of these unspeakable atrocities.

We elevate the voices of those who have witnessed the destructive power of nuclear weapons.: the Hibakusha, the Pacific Islanders, the downwinders.

We pray for those who awoke on a beautiful morning and saw the sky suddenly rain down fire. Thousands were instantly incinerated, many others severely burned.

In the homes, streets, gardens of those cities the agony and suffering began with flames smoke and destruction.

We ask for forgiveness again, seventy-six years later. And we will continue to ask for forgiveness.

We ask you in the midst of this broken world where nations raise weapons against other nations, where innocent women, men, children and the elderly are the victims of violence, that we learn to act as peacemakers.

May you inspire us to create a peaceful world.  May we call our leaders to accountability and to remind them  that more weapons of war do not bring peace. Make us a peaceful people in a peaceful world. Amen.

We All Must Care for Each Other

picture of Bill Hubmannby Fr. Bill Hubmann, C.PP.S.

In our first session at the members’ gathering in St. Louis in June, we sat at tables in triads and were asked to give a five-minute bio particularly about our lives in community and a significant event or moment as Precious Blood Missionaries.

I told of how in 1985 I arrived at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Marshfield, Wisconsin just as many young men with HIV/AIDS were coming home from the East and West coasts to die. Since I was the new chaplain, I was asked to take them on as part of my ministry. One, particular young man, “Buddy,” had come home from San Francisco. He arrived at a nearby airport where his family met him. He collapsed while exiting the plane and was brought to the hospital in an ambulance. Buddy was literally covered with Kaposi sarcoma from head to foot. He looked like he had been pummeled all about his face. In the family’s first meeting with the doctors after “Buddy’s” admission they discovered that he was gay, he had AIDS and he was dying. In shock and disgust, his family briefly saw him in his hospital room. He was on a ventilator, sedated, and unable to talk. After seeing him they quickly left the hospital not to return. “It was more than they could take,” they said. On their way out they gave the staff the name of a funeral home, that he was going to be cremated, and that they wanted everyone told that he had leukemia. “Buddy” was abandoned by his family and feared by the medical staff assigned to treat him in Intensive Care. Many covered themselves with all available protective gear. I was assigned as his chaplain and refused to wear anything more than a gown and gloves as protective gear. It just got in the way. “Buddy” had been under the care of the National Institute of Health in Bethesda, Maryland for the last six months. When contacted by the hospital about “Buddy’s” condition, the NIH said that they had nothing more to offer. There was no more that could be done but comfort measures. “Buddy” asked to be taken off the ventilator and let go. For the several days he was in St. Joe’s I sat by his bedside, held his hand, spoke of how he was a beloved child of God and how God would never abandon him. I did all that I could to comfort him. In recalling this instance I realized that it was God, St. Gaspar, and the Precious Blood community that called me to ministry and put me in this place.

Almost as an aside another member of our triad told of how he recently took a carload of Confirmation candidates to do volunteer work at a homeless shelter. It was very much an eye-opening event for him and for the young people. When they got back in the car to head home there was a sudden, unexpected pounding on the window. It was one of the homeless men. The car door opened and this homeless man got down on his knees alongside the car, reached in, and tied the shoelaces of one of the Confirmation candidates. Looking into the eyes of the student the homeless man said: “We all have to take care of one another.” A tear ran down the young man’s cheek as he realized that while he had come to “care for another,” he himself was now the one who was cared for. The one who came to ministered was ministered to.

The call to compassionate accompaniment is part of our Precious Blood DNA.