Chaplain Branch (Canadian Forces) - Annual Chaplain Branch Retreat and Seminar

Annual Chaplain Branch Retreat and Seminar

Since the amalgamation of the former Protestant and Roman Catholic Chaplaincies in the mid-90’s into a single multi-faith Canadian Forces Chaplaincy, a joint annual retreat and seminar has been held. Consisting of seminars, business meetings and worship services, the annual retreat provides opportunities for the professional and spiritual development of chaplains and for fellowship as a Branch. The Annual Protestant Chaplain Branch Retreat and Seminar was held annually at the Royal Military College of Canada in Kingston, Ontario in the late 1980s and 1990s.

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