Sisters of Adoration, Slaves of The Blessed Sacrament and Of Charity

Sisters Of Adoration, Slaves Of The Blessed Sacrament And Of Charity

Adoratrices, Handmaids of the Blessed Sacrament and of Charity, is a Roman Catholic religious institute founded in 1856 by Saint MarĂ­a Micaela of the Blessed Sacrament in Madrid, Spain.

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Sisters Of Adoration, Slaves Of The Blessed Sacrament And Of Charity - Legacy
... continues to inspire even today, and there are currently thousands of Sisters all over the world in Europe, South America, Asia and Africa striving to live the Charism bequeathed by her ... Examples of the Sisters' work can be seen at the following links www.rahabuk.com - supporting women affected by prostitution and victims of sex trafficking in the United ... For more information and examples of the Sisters' work around the world please visit www.adoratrices.com ...

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