Capuchin Soup Kitchen - Detroit, Michigan

Capuchin Soup Kitchen Blog

Feeding Bodies - Nourishing Spirits - Strengthening Communities

Thank you for joining us as we journey through life with our Capuchin Soup Kitchen guests, volunteers, and partners in ministry.  Often it's easy to forget that we each have a story to tell.  Our blog is to help remind all of us that each individual at the Capuchin Soup Kitchen is a gift from God and we have much to learn from one another.  To contact us about the blog email us here:

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Roaring in like a Lion

March is roaring in like a lion with the weather being cold and brisk. However, at Medbury we are standing tall as the building is being remodeled. The compliments from guests, workers, volunteers, other service agencies, and student interns are a roar of satisfaction in our ears.


Good News at the Soup Kitchen

I just had a conversation that made my day! A 58 year old man whom I met at a rehab center, a year and a half ago, just stopped to let me know that he has finished the rehab, gone into transitional living, is now going to college and today will pick up keys to his own apartment.



As part of our Black History events during February, we always host a family dinner. It is usually called Family History or Family Legacy Night; it invites all families to contribute some food that was/is part of their family history. Of course, we have great offerings of greens, corn bread, chicken, sweet potatoes, macaroni and cheese, peach cobbler and many other delicious items. As the dinner is finishing, spirituals and civil rights songs are sung. Adults contribute to stirring conversations about meals and foods as they were growing up. Each year we hear wonderful stories about gardens, killing hogs, canning beans, favorite family foods and celebrations. (I often tell the story of my mother’s priority that our family meals always be happy and peaceful. No scolding until later—and everybody had to help.)



The other day, I was doing a transaction at the local gas station. It was taking an extremely long time. I was getting anxious about the long line taking shape behind me. I turned to the gentleman just behind me and told him I was sorry this was taking so long. He replied with a smile, “I have time…I have plenty of time. Don’t you worry.” (And as I was leaving, he blessed with the beautiful greeting I hear so often in Detroit: “You be careful out there. Watch your back.”)