Daughters of Charity of Saint Vincent de Paul

Daughters Of Charity Of Saint Vincent De Paul

The Company of the Daughters of Charity of Saint Vincent de Paul, (in Latin Societas Filiarum Caritatis a S. Vincentio de Paulo) sometimes simply referred to as Daughters of Charity, is a Society of Apostolic Life for women within the Catholic Church. Its members take simple, private, annual vows. It was founded in 1633 and devoted to serving Jesus Christ in persons who are poor through corporal and spiritual works of mercy.

They have Sometimes been popularly known in France as "the Grey Sisters" from the colour of their traditional religious habit, which was originally grey, then bluish grey. The 1996 publication The Vincentian Family Tree presents an overview of related communities from a genealogical perspective. They carry the initials F.d.l.C. after their names.

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