Monks of The Most Blessed Virgin Mary of Mount Carmel

The Monks of the Most Blessed Virgin Mary of Mount Carmel (also known as Carmelite Monks) is an enclosed religious community of diocesan right, founded in 2003 by the authority of Bishop David Ricken, D.D., J.C.L. in the Roman Catholic Diocese of Cheyenne in Wyoming, with Fr. Daniel Mary of Jesus Crucified, M. Carm. as the first and founding Prior of the community. They have been blessed with many young vocations to their order and exude a joyful spirit that is found in the contemplative life. They are well known for their loyalty to the Magisterium and to the ancient traditions of Carmel including two hours of mental prayer and separation from the world in solitude and recollection of the mountains.

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