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       A Friar’s Tale

       Remembering

       Fr. Benedict J. Groeschel, CFR

       By

       John Collins

      Our Sunday Visitor Publishing Division

      Our Sunday Visitor, Inc.

      Huntington, Indiana 46750

      The Scripture citations used in this work are taken from the Catholic Edition of the Revised Standard Version of the Bible (RSV), copyright © 1965 and 1966 by the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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      Copyright © 2015 by John Collins. Published 2015.

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      Our Sunday Visitor Publishing Division, Our Sunday Visitor, Inc., 200 Noll Plaza, Huntington, IN 46750; 1-800-348-2440.

      ISBN: 978-1-61278-923-1 (Inventory No. T1702)

      eISBN: 978-1-61278-924-8

      LCCN: 2015952245

      Cover design: Tyler Ottinger

      Cover art: Shutterstock; OSV file photo; courtesy photo

      Interior design: Dianne Nelson

      Printed in the United States of America

      Contents

       Preface

       Prologue: Looking at the Sunset

       Chapter I: A Boy from Jersey City

       Chapter II: High School Days

       Chapter III: A Difference in Taste

       Chapter IV: Flinging Myself Against the Sky

       Chapter V: The Capuchin Way

       Chapter VI: Across from West Point

       Chapter VII: Finding My Home

       Chapter VIII: The Permanent Temporary Chaplain

       Chapter IX: A Work of God in Brooklyn

       Chapter X: Praying by the Edge of the Sea

       Chapter XI: A Priest for Priests

       Chapter XII: You Just Have to Make Time, Father

       Chapter XIII: There Is a Time to Build

       Chapter XIV: Something Must Be Done

       Chapter XV: Paterfamilias

       Chapter XVI: Standing with Friends; Standing for Life

       Chapter XVII: Hope and Dread

       Chapter XVIII: Coming in for a Landing

       Chapter XIX: Just Before Nightfall

       Chapter XX: A Handful of Ashes

       Epilogue: Greeting the Dawn

      Preface

      A Friar’s Tale started out as one thing but ended up becoming something quite other. It began in 2012 as a brief and rather jaunty little memoir. It also was supposed to be Fr. Benedict’s last major publication. He knew he was rapidly approaching a moment when writing would no longer be possible for him, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to throw away his pen. He wanted one more crack at doing a book, and he wanted it to be something that would be easy and that he would enjoy writing. Despite all that, his plan to do a memoir astonished those who knew him. It seemed out of character and even daring. Father, you see, was a very private man and (in the Irish way) saw no good reason to share the particulars of his life with anyone beyond a small group of intimates. He was not used to putting himself at the center of his writings. In fact, that was something he had avoided for years. But he made a commitment to do so, and then rather fearlessly he entered the uncharted territory of self-disclosure.

      He made several tapes that became the basis of the first chapter before illness and circumstances forced him to stop work for a lengthy period. When he was able to begin again he was living a new life as a resident of a nursing home in New Jersey. He had little to do and was eager to pick up where he had left off, but he actually didn’t pick up where he had left off. He picked up nearly twenty years later. And that was to become the pattern from then on. He would speak about whatever came

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