In recognition of the Juneteenth holiday and in memory of the end of legalized slavery in the US on June 19, 1865 the Church of St. Francis of Assisi will be closed on Monday, June 19, 2023.

There will be only one Mass at 12:00 PM.

There will be no confessions, and the church offices and the Adult Education center are closed for the day.

Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all the Land unto all the Inhabitants thereof Lev. XXV X

(inscription adorning the Liberty Bell quoting Leviticus 25:10)

Dear Community and Friends of the Church of St. Francis of Assisi,

May the Lord give you peace.

Come to the feast! Tuesday, June 13th, we celebrate the Feast of St. Anthony of Padua. We will have bread in memory of the poor he fed, special masses, access to the relic, and space for prayer with the relic. Please see the website for details. This will be a wonderful event for us to celebrate together. Please come and share in the festivities with prayer and thanksgiving. You may even find things you thought were lost!

This weekend we celebrate the feast of the Body of Christ. As we give thanks for the Eucharist, we remember that we, together with all who believe in the Lord, are the Body of Christ. We each have our unique gifts to bring to this awesome body. As we celebrated Pentecost, we reflected on our gifts, joy, love, courage, wisdom, understanding, awe, wonder, beauty, creativity, and so many more. These are the gifts that shape the body, that engage the mission, and that give the Spirits life to the church. Thank you for all that you are and all that you bring to the life of the Church of St. Francis of Assisi.

Finally, it is with gratitude for you and sadness for me that I tell you I am leaving New York. I have been asked by the Province to be the Guardian of our retirement house in St. Petersburg, Florida. It has been my privilege to serve you as pastor while we began the reentry as the pandemic has receded. Likewise, it is a privilege to minister with our older friars. You have been a blessing to me during my short time with you. Please keep me in your prayers, and I assure you of my continued prayers. We do not have a transition date at this time.

The incoming pastor is Fr. Joseph Juracek, ofm. Fr. Joe was here some years ago and is familiar with our ministries. I am sure you will welcome and bless him with your many gifts and talents.

Blessings and peace,

Fr. Tom, ofm

Dear parishioners and visitors:

Please be aware that there will be a temporary change in our Confession times for the week of June 5th – 9th as our friars will be attending their chapter (meetings of the friars of the province.)

For June 5 – 9:

Confessions will be from:

11:00 AM to 12:00 Noon and 
4:30 PM to 5:30 PM

There will be no 8:00 to 9:00 AM Confessions this week.

Our Mass Schedule will stay the same:

7:30 AM, 12:00 PM and 5:30 PM

Dear Community and Friends of the Church of St. Francis of Assisi,

May the Lord give you peace.

Thank you for your participation in the Pentecost celebrations last weekend. The Masses were lively, and grace filled. I was delighted with the many children who joined us for masses over the weekend. It is good to hear the little voices during the Mass.

I ask your prayers for the friars this week. We will gather in Chapter as Holy Name Province for the last time. In October we will become a new province, Our Lady of Guadalupe, along with our brothers from five other provinces across the United States. Our gathering will be a time of remembering and celebrating the history of Holy Name Province and the many friars who have gone before us. We also give thanks for the young men who are beginning their journey with us as friars. The Church of St. Francis of Assisi has been central to the life of our Province. Many of us professed our Solemn Vows here. This has been the Provincial Headquarters for many years.

Fr. Dennis, Fr. Michael, and Fr. Frank will stay home to be sure that we are able to continue Mass and Confessions with you. We will not be available for confessions this week (Monday -Friday) at 8:00 AM.

Please be assured of the prayers of the friars for you as we gather. You are a great gift to us, and you have formed and shaped us over the years. I thank you for welcoming friars into your lives over the many years. A former Minister Provincial once noted that we are at our best when we are with people. You show us the love and grace of God.

Blessings and Peace, Fr. Tom, ofm

St. Francis of Assisi began live-streaming our daily and Sunday Masses immediately after the pandemic lock-down in March 2020. This new service allowed our parishioners and visitors to remain connected to the Word of God and the celebration of the Eucharist as best we could in those difficult days. Live-streaming continues to serve people who are homebound, people who live far who want to stay connected to St. Francis of Assisi, and people who like to watch daily Mass from their offices during the week.

We are committed to continue to provide this service to everyone.

We will continue to stream all of our Masses and special events to our website at:

and at our

You can also see an archive of our past Masses at the same YouTube page.

However, staring June 1, 2023 we will no longer stream our Masses to our Facebook page.

We are doing this in an effort to reclaim our Facebook page for posts related to live, faith, spirituality and parish events.  We hope that this will reduce clutter on our page so that our posts are easier to find and see in your feeds.

We are also doing this because livestream has less technical glitches when streamed directly to our website or YouTube.

Don’t worry. We are not going away.  You are invited to watch Mass online as often as you like in these two locations.

Dear Community and Friends of the Church of St. Francis of Assisi,

May the Lord give you peace.

This year our celebration of Pentecost coincides with Memorial Day. We give thanks for the gift of the Spirit always already given. In John’s Gospel, Jesus, in his encounter with the disciples in the locked room, offers them peace and inspires them with Holy Spirit. Jesus empowers the disciples to offer forgiveness in his name. In the Acts of the Apostles, the disciples
praying in the upper room are gifted with the Spirit. They immediately proclaim the Gospel’s message to people of various nations. Each understands the message with no language barrier.
As we link our celebration of Pentecost with the memorial of all those who have died for our nation. We are called again to accept the offer of peace in the Spirit and to embrace the variety of nations with the message of God’s overwhelming love.

Memorial Day is a solemn remembering of the pain and loss that so many have experienced. We remember families and friends who grieve the deaths of Service Women and Men. We keep
memory as we gather to tell their stories and bless them for their shared gifts. We also commit to working for peace as their legacy. The power and dynamism of the Spirit enable us to engage in the work of peace. The gift of the Spirit is God’s presence within and among us. It is the energy of God gracing us to do the good. St. Paul reminds us that we do not even know how to pray as we ought but the Spirit groans within us as our prayer. We feel the groaning for peace, for freedom from fear, and for hope in a future of freedom for all. Our constant prayer is the acceptance of the variety of gifts embodied in the many women and men of our world.

As the diverse crowd that heard the proclamation of the disciples on that first Pentecost, we, a diverse community, hear the message of God’s love for all anew. We each hear in the way that we are able to hear. Often at Pentecost, we pray for the coming of the Spirit, as if God is holding back. I have always wondered why we do this. The Spirit has already been given. Perhaps it would be better to pray that we accept the gift that God offers us, the sharing in divinity that is ours through the breath of God breathed into us as Spirit.

In openness to the Spirit, we embrace and nurture our gifts. We are each uniquely gifted, and sharing our gifts forms the community known as the Body of Christ. As we see in Paul’s letter to the Corinthians, each person is essential to the Body. Each gifted person has the dignity of God’s Spirit. We are likewise the Communion of Saints; our Memorial Day reminds us of the grace that links us with all who have gone before us.

May they rest in peace and may we work for peace.

Blessings,

Fr. Tom, ofm

Dear Community and Friends of the Church of St. Francis of Assisi,

May the Lord give you peace.

Our Easter Season is drawing to a close. As we began on Ash Wednesday, I suggested that this is a 90-day journey of transformation for all of us. How are you doing? Our goals were to be more loving, kinder, and to deepen our relationships with the Lord and with one another. We have gathered Sunday after Sunday to attend to God’s Word and be nourished by our sharing
in the Eucharist.

We had incredible celebrations of the Lord’s Supper on Holy Thursday. It was amazing to see so many people come to participate in the foot washing. Some folks were so overwhelmed by the experience that they were in tears. (Next year, the friars asked for knee pads!) The veneration of the Cross highlighted our remembering of the Passion of the Lord on Good Friday. The reverence and awe of each person as they approached the cross was very moving. The Easter Vigil was an extravaganza! The fire was spectacular, the new Paschal Candle was decorated for the praise of creation. I hope you have had a chance to look at it. We were blessed with the celebration of baptisms, confirmations, and the First Eucharists.

In the weeks since Easter Sunday, we have listened to the Acts of the Apostles and the Gospel of St. John. As we attend to the Acts of the Apostles, we see the early church modeling what Jesus had done and realize our challenge to do the same. In John’s Gospel, we have accounts of the disciples’ experiences of the Lord’s resurrection. Jesus offers peace, gives the Holy Spirit, and empowers them to forgive. In the encounter with Thomas, Jesus invites him to touch his wounds and believe. We, too, often touch his wounds in the brokenness of our world and are called to believe. The disciples on the way to Emmaus do not recognize the One who recounts the constancy of God’s love until he breaks bread with them. Often, we only realize that the Lord’s grace has touched us in our reflection on our experience.

In the return to the earlier chapters in John, read through the lens of the resurrection, Images of the Good Shepherd, the gatekeeper, and the gate. Jesus identifies himself as the way, truth, and life. Jesus calls his hearers to love and prays for the disciples.

As we prepare for Pentecost, let’s look at how far we have come and give thanks for the support of the community as we have made this journey together. In our reflection rooted in experience and the scripture, we may realize that the Lord has been on the road with us. He lovingly leads us into ever deeper communion.

Peace and all Good,

Fr. Tom, ofm

From the 7 Churches of Asia Minor to St. Francis of Assisi NYC
Our Journey to Baptism: an RCIA Witness

– by Arnie Lee (May 06, 2023)

6 years ago, I was on one of those dates that wasn’t a date, but turned into one anyway. It was a late Saturday night in New York, and we ended up in a speakeasy cocktail bar, after being on the waitlist for almost an hour. There, I noticed a tattoo written in cursive on the right shoulder of my date, next to her collar bone. She was probably wearing an off- shoulder top, but with the dark bar lighting, I couldn’t make out what it said. I also didn’t want to stoop closer like a creep, so I asked her nonchalantly, “What does your tattoo say?”

“God Bless Me,” she replied, as she drew closer to show me. I was expecting something badass and didn’t know how to respond to such a cliche goody two-shoes tattoo. “Some people say — “Oh you mean like when you sneeze?” — and I want to punch them,” she added. As I laughed, she went, “Actually, I’m a Christian.”

I was ready to run for the hills. As a matter of fact, I not only actively avoided dating Christians all my life, I strongly advised my friends to do the same. I was basically Saul before Damascus of dating Christians. “Oh yeah? What kind?,” I asked, masking my inner thoughts and feigning interest.

“Well, my country is 99% Muslim, and I wanted to get this tattoo because when I told people I’m a Christian, people around me didn’t take me seriously and brushed it off as a phase of a rebellious teen. Even my government issued Turkish ID says “Religion: Islam” from birth. I wanted to change it, but everybody said I would not be able get a decent job if I did,” she replied.

And suddenly, she seemed like the most badass date ever. (I’ve had my fair share of them.)

She also said she wanted to be baptized for a long time, but no church helped her through the process. ‘That can’t be right,’ I thought. I said I’ll contact every big Protestant church I’ve been to in NYC, including The Brooklyn Tabernacle, Redeemer Church, Time Square Church etc. “We are not like Catholics. I bet you’d be baptized in no time. I was baptized twice as a presbyterian. You’ll see”, I said.

Much to my chagrin, nobody got back to me. Goes without saying I never heard the end of “I told you,” from her, who wasn’t surprised at all.

We got married that same year (not a shotgun wedding), and fast forward a couple of years from the honeymoon, the Pandemic came along. Naturally, the whole journey to baptism had to be put on the back-burner — with even Mass being online.

15 months after the lockdown, we went on an epic 40-night road trip in Turkey. We could finally go to Mass at her Basilica in Istanbul, The Church of St. Anthony of Padua, which sort of felt like a full circle from our first date.

During my first time in that part of the world, I learned some truly fascinating Christian history in former Constantinople: the capital of Roman and the Byzantine Empire. Not only was modern day Turkey the birthplace of St. Paul, but it was also where St. John took Mother Mary to spend her last days after Christ ascended. It was also where Saint Polycarp and Saint Nicholas (AKA Santa Claus) were Bishops, not to mention it is where the Nicene Creed was adopted. As if that’s not enough, all seven Churches of Asia Minor from the Book of Revelation are also in Turkey.

About 2 weeks into the trip, we were near Troy, (Yes, that Troy of the Trojan Horse, Helen of Troy, Brad Pitt Troy) by the Strait of Gallipoli: where the Aegean Sea and the Sea of Marmara connect. It was getting close to midnight, and there was a 10pm curfew due to the health and safety protocol. The curfew came with a hefty fine for violators, and it was strictly enforced. Regardless, a few people were still out by the marina, secretly enjoying the summer night air, albeit quietly.

I had way too much Raki —the 100 proof Turkish Liquor similar to the Greek Ouzo, Italian Sambuca or the Swiss/French Absinthe— to drink with seafood all evening. Apparently, I jumped onto a ship that was docked by the pier. When a barge ship passed by it sent the marina a strong wave and the ship I was on was rocked. Consequently, I fell into the night sea, scraping one side of my body against the pier rocks, drowning headfirst — completely inebriated.

Miraculously, 8 men who somehow saw me fall ran to the rescue. While some of them pushed the docked ship —to prevent closing the gap between the pier and the side of the boat, others grabbed my wrist and pulled me up.

I don’t remember any of this, until when I was getting pulled up to land and immediately got slapped in the face by my wife who was screaming profanities regarding my utter stupidity. The good Samaritans were calming her down. In order not to be fined because of the commotion, the men that saved me had to disperse before we could even thank them.

My wife took me to a government hospital ER to get a CT scan for a possible concussion. On our way back, she said she would straight up divorce me if I ever drank again. I didn’t want that evidently, so we have not drank at all for 2 years — other than the sip of communion wine during the Easter Vigil.

We had originally planned a Greek Islands boat tour that involved more drinking with seafood by the sea, but that had to be scrapped due to the severe trauma my drowning had caused my wife. So instead, we decided to visit the 7 Churches from the book of Revelation: starting with Pergamum and going counterclockwise to Smyrna, Ephesus, Laodicea, Philadelphia, Sardis and Thyatira.

It was the first Sunday after the incident while we were in Smyrna (Modern day Izmir), and we were both desperate for a church to go to to find some emotional comfort. Any church. We first went to the Church of St. Polycarp, which remained closed due to the quarantine. We then called or visited all the other churches in Izmir, including Roman Catholic, Protestant or Orthodox Churches, but they were all closed as well.

There was one Franciscan church left in the city according to Google maps; however, when we arrived, the gate of its wall- fenced premise was fully closed. At this point, we had effectively given up for the day. As we were about to leave, I tried pushing the closed hefty metal gate — with no Hail Mary intent.

The turquoise/green gate somehow opened, and there stood a man in a soccer jersey and flip flops in the garden. As much as we were surprised that the door opened, he seemed surprised that tourists were trespassing.

“Can I help you?”

“Hi. Sorry. Is the church open?”

“No. We have been closed since COVID.”

“We went to 4-5 different churches in the whole city today, and they were all closed. This is our last one. We just need somewhere to pray.” He pondered a while, then said, “I’ll open the church for you guys. Wait here.”

We lit candles and started praying in the empty chapel. The Church of Santa Maria in Bornova was a beautiful and intimate church built by Franciscans during the Ottoman Empire, and we both must have felt an immense amount of comfort after what had happened just a few days ago.

In particular for me, the image and vague memory of the hands pulling me up to the shore overlapped with Christ’s hands on the cross in the sanctuary.

When we were done praying and resting, we thanked the man who let us in profusely. As we were about to leave, he said “Would you like to have some coffee?”

We didn’t want to overstay our welcome, but we were also tired from all the running around looking for open churches, so we said yes.

With Fr. Apollinaire Bahinde in the Church of Santa Maria in Bornorva – June 2021

As we talked over cups of espresso, I came to realize one surprising fact after another. I couldn’t tell what was more surprising: that the man in the soccer jersey and flip flops turned out to be a priest – Fr. Apollinaire Bahinde, or that he had a Korean rice cooker in his kitchen. “You have a Korean rice cooker, Father.” I pointed it out shamelessly upon observation, probably slowly dying inside for some Korean food at this point of the road trip.

He said “Yes, my friend Domenico gave it to me.” Now his friend “Domenico” was apparently a Korean Franciscan priest who built a prayer house in Ephesus, near the holy site of the House of Virgin Mary.

“You should visit him if you go to Ephesus,” he said. He even sent him a message, saying that two people from New York will visit him soon. He gave us Fr. Domenico’s phone number and prayed for our safe journey.

When we got to Ephesus, we did call Fr. Domenico, but the call couldn’t be connected — probably because of my shoddy AT&T roaming service.

I was ecstatic to find a Korean restaurant in Ephesus. Unfortunately, due to the Korean COVID19 travel bans stopping large Korean tour groups coming on pilgrimage, the 300-seat restaurant was closed. My heart sank. As we were leaving, my wife saw a lady in the fields nearby doing gardening work, and said “Look, there’s a Korean lady. An Nyeong Ha Se Yo!”

The lady was surprised to hear Korean and turned around. She ended up opening the restaurant and cooked just for us the next 3 days. On the final day, we asked her if she knew a Catholic priest named Domenico. She knew him, saying the new prayer house he built is very peaceful and nice, and called him on his cell. He answered her and said he has been waiting for us.

He welcomed us warmly. As he was giving us the tour of the prayer house, he said “It took me 4 years to build everything from scratch, but not many people have really visited here yet, COVID and all.”

At the baptismal fountain in the ruins of Basilica of St. John in Ephesus

With Fr. Domenico Ko, OFM, at Church of Santa Maria Draperis in Beyoglu, Istanbul

One notable exception was a sister nun from Poland, who was on a pilgrimage walking all the way from Krakow to Jerusalem and got to be there just like us — through a referral by another priest in another part of Turkey. She stayed for 3 days, resting and praying, and regained her energy to keep walking to Jerusalem, a 2,000 mile each-way journey. ’That sounds like a movie I’d like to watch,’ I thought.

When we shared our story, he was very happy for my wife, especially given the difficulty Turkish Christians face. He prayed for us and said “If later you get baptized, I want you to take the baptismal name of Maria, since here is overlooking Mother Mary’s House.”

He told us that he says mass once a month in Istanbul. We met him there 3 weeks later at the Church of Santa Maria Draperis, another beautiful Franciscan church built in 1584 during the Ottoman Empire in its heyday. It was 3 days before we were coming back to New York, and when he heard that after almost 40 days in Turkey we have not been to Hagia Sophia, he urged us strongly to go.

Hagia Sophia is where most people who come to Istanbul would visit on their first or second day. It’s a Byzantine cathedral from the 6th century that was also a Catholic cathedral in the 11th century, that turned into a grand mosque of the Ottoman Empire; later became a UNESCO World Heritage museum, and recently became a mosque again.

Somehow, we had yet to pay a visit.

In Hagia Sophia with Merve’s cousin Yusuf – July 2021

On our very last night, we were having dinner with my wife’s cousin Yusuf, and talked about not having been to Hagia Sophia. Coincidentally, he had not been there either despite living there all his life and said, “Let’s go.” “I suppose it’s like a New Yorker never going to the Statue of Liberty,” my wife said. It was already close to 9pm, so I didn’t think it was possible to visit. On Google maps, it showed closed at 6pm.

However, Yusuf said “It must be open because it’s not a museum anymore, it’s a mosque.” He got us all in a cab and went there anyway. There were indeed many people praying. It was magnificent. And it was even more beautiful because we went there with Yusuf who is a Muslim. As we marveled at the architecture, we talked about how the name Yusuf is equivalent to Joseph in Christianity.

This time, it truly felt like a full circle. 1,500 years of history was ripe in that overwhelming cathedral-mosque, and I could feel it in the air and inside my bones.

We sent our pictures from Hagia Sophia to Fr. Domenico. He liked them and said that his former seminary classmate from the same Franciscan order is in New York, and that we should go to his parish. ‘Geez, these Franciscans are everywhere,’ I thought. “His name is Fr. Carolo Kim” he said, and gave us the address: 135W 31st Street, New York, NY, USA.

And THAT is how we ended up in the Church of St. Francis of Assisi in New York. Of course, Mass was still online when we came back, so it took another 7 months after that to make it here in person. In February of 2022, we started attending the 9:15am Korean Mass led by Fr. Carolo. Another 7 months later, we were introduced to Joseph Nuzzi by Annabelle Acaling and joined the RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults) class every Tuesday evening, and the rest is history.

My wife was baptized as “Maria” during the Easter Vigil last month, while I received confirmation. That same week, she even changed her religion on her Turkish civil registry.

This church has been God’s answer to a lot of the issues I’ve had with Christian churches in general. I practically left Christianity on the whole for 20 years — after I felt that it serves more as a bulwark of moral superiority and judgement: an irrelevant and unwelcoming establishment of exclusion; doing nothing for the neighbors outside its door.

Merve “Maria” getting baptized during the Easter Vigil 2023

With my Confirmation sponsors Carlos and Mia during the Easter Vigil 2023

However, this journey of the RCIA led by Joe Nuzzi; being a part of the Migrants Center with Fr. Julian; my first confession with Fr. Michael; sharing communion with the congregation, Fr. Tom and of course my wife, have not only been different, but also the closest embodiment of ‘If you love me, feed my sheep’ I’ve felt — perhaps since I was first baptized some 40 years ago.

Lastly, we’d like thank everyone who shared this journey with us: our sponsors Jenn, Carlos, and Mia; the amazing RCIA team Keith, Mary, Maria, Mary Lou, Leenie, Tamara, Monika, and Janice; our fellow catechumens Ruth, Mitch & Mitch, Olivia, Claire and Victoria. Above all, we are grateful to God for letting us meet Fr. Apollinaire and Fr. Domenico who led us to St. Francis of Assisi — our new home.

St. Francis of Assisi NYC RCIA class of 2022-2023 moments before the Easter Vigil, April 2023

For all mothers living and deceased especially those remembered by their loved ones:

Adair Knight, grandaughter
Adair Wilson, mother
Adair Wilson, daughter
Agnes Tuzo
Alice Clancy
Anna Tran Thi Vinh
Arlene Cosgrove
Assunta Tarangelo
Barbara Guarrosi
Barbara Sonntag
Bernadette Morrissey
Bernette O’Copnnor
Bianca Guarvasi
Burschi Family Mothers
Carmen G. Virola
Catherine Agosta
Cherry Capinpin
Claudia O’Connor
Deane Weiner
Deborah Darley
Denise Arnaldi
Diane Massotti
Doris Lee-Bruschi
Doris Mohr
Doris Santiago
Dorothy Maleczkowicz
E. Friend
Elizabeth Alfonso
Erlinda Ching
Ester Reyes
Evelyn O’Connor
Francesca Bruschi
Grace Arnaldi
Grace S. Malibiran
Helen Puleo
Helen Teagno
Isabel Tavarez
Jean Virginia Murray
Joan McElroy
Joanie Kiviker
Josie Guzzone
Jules Clancy
Julie Morin
Kathryn Keenan
Kristal Kennedy
Leah Teagno
Lerma Carlos
M. Knowles
M. Kuerzi
Mara Teagno Sarchese
Margaret Arcese
Maria Blanca Garcia
Marie Cenchio
Marie Clancy
Melissa Clancy
Miriam Dena
Mitzi Kane
Nicki Masen
Patti Zargro
Paula Marie Borja
Pizzurro Family Mothers
Procesa Carlos
R. Isaacs
Rose Sanderson
Sally Macchione Family
Sally Peluchette
Sally Skoler
Sarina Agosta
Sarina Schell
Stella Zarejko
Tesa Scotchpale
Valeria Panuyas
Victoria Morrissey
Vita Carrincione
Vitoria Johnson
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Cynthia Leon
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Epifania Jao
Judith Ryan Harris
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Mary K. Fisher
Tias Lala, Pura, and Margo