The Last Post (2011)

Heading to Mass in Urlaur shortly and not sure that I’ll get to write anything before midnight so just to bring the year to a close ….

Thanks to all of you friends who have helped me through the past twelve months.  Thanks to those daily callers and frequent visitors, to those who check in on this blog to see what’s happening and sometimes leave a comment or just tell me that they keep an eye on it!  Thanks to family and all who were close to me during the year – in thought, prayer and presence.  I hope we did well by each other during the year and that I was able to give back something of what I’ve received.

Thanks to all who asked me to celebrate with them – the most important moments of their lives or the lives of those close to them – at Baptisms and Weddings in particular – and also to the many who allowed me share their grief this year – in the parish and elsewhere.  My prayer for you especially, is that the light breaks through and you find your smiles and laughter again.  Those gone would want nothing less for you.

Thanks to absent friends – Bill and Jimmy among them this year for all they did for us and indeed for me. I still have bits and pieces they made for me or helped me with.  Visible reminders of a very permanent but invisible presence.  May they and all who died since this night twelve months, rest in peace.

Thanks to Alpha!  The doberman pup that seemed so small this night twelve months when I picked him up in my brother’s kitchen and he found his way into my heart!  There have been times since Alpha …. That said, I’m glad he’s here.  Good and loyal company.  How strong he has become and opinionated.  I suppose it’s what they “see in the home” that shapes them :)

Thanks to all who have made me laugh this year.  I love laughter and it’s probably as good as it gets.  Thanks too for music and song – much of it via YouTube and to all who make that possible.

I wish you well for 2012 and will bring you to the Altar each side of midnight – tonight in Urlaur and tomorrow, please God, in Kilmovee.  In between I am going somewhere but I’ll tell you about that tomorrow ……………

Christmas 2011

Firstly, Happy Christmas to you all.  Thanks for keeping an eye on this blog and for your comments and feedback during the year.  Certainly you’ve encouraged me to keep putting a few bits and pieces here and hopefully that will continue in 2012.

Thanks be to God, we were able to travel freely this year and the results of that were evident in the fine crowds attending our Christmas Eve and Christmas Day Masses.

Someone told me that she’d be checking the blog to see what I said on Christmas Day and, for that reason, I’m going to try to remember now what I said :)  The advantage of this is that I might now be able to say what I intended saying and mightn’t have expressed the way I should have …..

Christmas, they tell us, is mainly for the children.  To a point this is true but, like most things, not the full story.  Yes, Children are at the heart of Christmas and much of its enjoyment is derived from seeing their enjoyment as they wake to new presents and want to tell “what they got”.  It’s announced with great clarity and detail.  The new toys, computer games and so much more.  Parents listen to this “breaking news” with delight and thrill in knowing that Santa delivered yet again.  It’s difficult to imagine anything more pleasing than hearing the excitement of a child and knowing that all has been done well by him or her.  Yes, at that level, Christmas is for the children.  We rejoice today with the boys and girls, in our midst, who today witnessed the love of their people made real in the giving of gifts and the bringing of Santa and all his wonderful works into their homes and lives.

Children know what they want for Christmas.  Most likely hints were dropped here and there – maybe a toy catalogue left open on a page – they can name what they want and ask for it in the home and letters to the North Pole.  As we grow older it becomes more difficult to express what we might want for Christmas or to know what others might want.  We then head down the road of trying to pick out things that we think another might like and others doing the same for us.  As we grow older, Christmas presents seem to come in the shape of new clothes, quite often sweaters, shirts, socks etc.  The giving is well intended but sometimes the gift bearer might not have allowed for our girth or, possibly they wanted to flatter us by picking a size that leads us to believe they believe we’re a size smaller!!

There is, of course, the possibility of exchange and sometimes the giver of gift will tell you as much!  It’s good to be able to do that – to hand back something in exchange for a better fit.  In the days after Christmas it’s almost certain that many of us will make visits to stores to exchange an item of clothing that was made for a different shape than the one we walk in!

There are gifts too that we can’t exchange or wouldn’t want to exchange.  The gift of friendship and family.  The gift of good neighbours and health.  The gift of Faith.  Once given and accepted, these gifts journey with us and for us throughout the year and far outlast the remote controlled toys or appliances that bring instant joy.  We are rightly thankful for these gifts today.

Some gifts – and gift is hardly the word – we’d love to return.  We didn’t ask for or seek them.  They just landed one day, unannounced and unwelcome.  We think of sickness, bereavement and, this year in our country and beyond, financial uncertainty.  We see family members pack bags and head to other lands or begin to hear them speak of “friends in Australia, New Zealand, England, America” and we know that this is the launching pad for a decision, already made but not verbalised, that “I might go over there and see how it works out”.  We’d love to be able to return that “gift”, along with the others but we can’t.  We have, in some way, to come to an acceptance of it – an understanding of it …. How?

Sadly it’s not easily answered but the beginning of the answer lies before us in the Crib.  ”The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light”.  Surely there’s a walking in darkness now and it’s time to see the Light and allow the Light lead us.  The Infant reaches out to us and what adult among us could refuse that reach?  It’s the most natural thing in the world to take an infant in your arms and, gathering to yourself, feel its sense of belonging come alive.  The child trusts us to do the right thing by him or her.  So too “Jesus”.  He trusts us to allow him enter our hearts and, indeed our darkness, to bring hope and Light.  He’ll not force it or demand it but rather reaches out.  How will we respond to that reach?

How can we bring light to other people’s darkness?  I think it has to have something to do with moving away from negativity, even if it’s well founded negativity.  Negative comments and thinking serve only to bring us down.  A cheerful word, a sincere good wish and a smile can go far in bringing light to darkness.  Offers of help, prayer, friendship and practical presence can reassure people going through illness that they can focus on getting better and know that what needs to be done at home and around home will not be left undone.  Darkness, though real, begins to give way to light.  We move from darkness by letting go of bitterness and deciding not to bring yesterday’s rows into tomorrow’s story.  This is surely the call of the Crib.  It’s a call to Faith.

That “Faith” was found in the Shepherds who were prepared to leave their workplace in search of a story told.  Security of place was swapped for pilgrimage.  ”Let’s go and see this thing we have been told”.  They did.  They journeyed on foot of a message that told them “don’t be afraid” and “listen”.  A message we need to hear again.  They “listened” and, acting on the Good Word, followed the way given and eventually found everything to be “exactly as they had been told”.  These must be among the most reassuring words of Scripture.  We live in the belief that one day, even beyond the darkness of today, we will discover all things to be exactly as we have been told.

“The Word became flesh”.  That’s where we’re at now.  We must make flesh of our Faith and see it not as something to be visited once a week for three quarters of an hour or so but real “flesh” that finds its place and voice in all we do and wherever we go.

We remain then thankful for the gifts received.  Thankful with the children and thankful for their parents and families who make Santa real to and for them by allowing him to enter their hearts and minds and count the days to Christmas, as one child described it “there are only three more sleeps til Christmas”.  We accept, as best we can and try to help others in accepting, those “unwelcome gifts”.

We can always return the jersey!

Happy Christmas and God Bless you all.

Be Thankful

Be Thankful Thanksgiving Poem

(I heard this poem this morning – December 21st – read by Maeve McGivern on RTE Radio.  Maeve is a young girl from Leitrim who, earlier this year, underwent a liver transplant operation in a London hospital.  She was expressing her thanks to the donor and donor’s family, to all who prayed for her and wished her well.  I liked what I heard and thought I’d share.  I don’t know who wrote the poem and suspect it may be anonymous.  The message is solid ….  In posting it, I wish Maeve well on her road to recovery and we remember all who are sick a this time.)

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Another email just received ….

I had just posted the previous piece when an email arrived.  I opened it and thought that it was worth sharing.  It’s said that it’s written by an eighty-three year old woman to her friend.  If it is, all the better – if not, there’s still a power of truth in it …..

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Dear Bertha,

I’m reading more and dusting less. I’m sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the  garden. I’m spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.

Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I’m trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I’m not “saving” anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I’m not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.

“Someday” and “one of these days” are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it’s worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.

I’m not sure what others would’ve done had they known they wouldn’t be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favourite food was.

I’m guessing; I’ll never know.

It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn’t written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn’t tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.

Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.

“People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don’t need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there.”

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance

Where did Mary find her “Yes”?

"You have won God's favour ....."

This weekend’s Gospel takes us to the life and choices of a teenage girl.  Engaged, and ready for marriage, to the man she wanted to be her husband, all was changed, with an Angel’s visit.  “You are to give birth to a son and you must name him Jesus”.  She said “Yes”. 

The “yes” didn’t fall easily from her lips.  First there were questions “How can this be?” Answers were given and a promise that “The Lord is with you”.  This seemed to be enough.

During the week, I spent a few days leading a group of Presentation Sisters in some prayer and reflection.  Aside from the fact that I had some sense of unworthiness in so doing – since they are most likely far more rooted in prayer than I, it was a very good experience.  There were twenty of them in the Community.  They aged from mid sixties to one hundred years old.  I spoke with the 100 year old and she told me she entered the convent in 1940. She would have been 29.  Her sister had entered a few years earlier and her oldest and youngest brothers were priests.

I realised, not for the first time, that I’ve never in my lifetime met a girl who has entered religious life.  It’s been nearly ten years since we had an ordination in the Diocese of Achonry.  At a recent gathering of our diocese, when asked to break up into groups according to our age, there was only one priest in the room under forty.  We have no priest in the diocese below the age of thirty.

The “Yes’s” need to be found …. Questions are welcome but we need a few yes’s.

Goodbye Snow!!!

How I’d love to be able to say that.  It snowed during the night and the place is covered this morning.  Not cold though.  Sadly, it’s likely to get colder during the day and then the freezing sets in and that’s pretty much it …. I really don’t want snow at Christmas this year.  I don’t think anybody does.  It looks lovely but that’s all.  So, for what it’s worth, I want to say “Goodbye snow … see you again at some stage but NOT now”!

On the other hand, my dog Alpha said “hello” to snow today.  Even allowing for the difference in dog years, I’m not sure he’d remember much of it from last year so he was a little bemused when we went out this morning to open the church.  Mad for off, I had to keep him back for a while but then decided he might like to run.  I was right!!

What happened all the black stuff?

and the green stuff?

Okay, let's go!

This stuff is cool!

Who's idea was it for me to sit in this???

Yeah, it's not all it's cracked up to be. I'm going home!

Take me home, country roads!!

Christmas 1914 (WW1 Truce)

Jerry Lynch (a Clare man) sings a very moving song, telling of a glimpse of peace during WW1.  It took place over the Christmas days of 1914 and gave some comfort to soldiers on both sides.  I came across this site, giving details of the time in question http://www.kinnethmont.co.uk/1914-1918_files/xmas-truce.htm

Let us pray for a peace, worldwide and at home, that will endure.  Amen!

Here comes that rainbow again …

I’m in Thurles today, leading a retreat in the Presentation Convent.  There are about twenty sisters attending, including one a 100 years old.  I hope I don’t undo the good of her century!  (Just strikes me I’ve not picked her out from the crowd so she must be doing well – will check on that at the next gathering).  The theme of the few days centres on Eucharist and I just talked with them about Paul’s letter to the Romans and the need to “make hospitality your special care”.  I was trying to make the point that Eucharist is found in acts of kindness – often noticed and thankfully repeated.  ”Do this in memory of me”.  Anyway, I shared with them a tune, sung by Johnnie Cash but written by Kris Kristofferson called “Here comes that rainbow again”.  It captures, at least I think it does, this idea of doing the decent thing just because it’s the right thing to do and hopefully it’s picked up on and repeated ….

The chorus speaks of a heavy day – not much to look forward to – rain and thunder looming and then the colour of the rainbow breaks through – “just like a human” ….

See what you think ….

Teacher’s Farewell

Maura Murray

I went home to Gurteen a few hours ago for a Retirement Function in honour of Maura Murray who taught me when I attended Mullaghroe N.S.  I don’t think she taught me for long since she came to the school in 1974 and I left there in 1976 to go to St Nathy’s.

I think I was in Maura’s class for a few months of 1974 but my memory of National School is not too clear.  I was a bit worried about that until someone pointed out that it’s good not to have specific memories since this means the whole school experience must have been good!  I have to say I was happy there and retain contact with a good few people who were there around the same time as me.  It was lovely to see my other two teachers there as well – my aunt Eilish Shannon and the Principal teacher of our days – Teresa Toolan.

Whatever about having clear memories of school I have good memories of Maura and have known her and kept contact through the years and was really happy to be part of her farewell celebrations.  I snapped a few photos but from a distance with a phone camera so they’re not very good.  Others took better photos with better cameras so that side of things will be recorded.

There were a few speeches (I said a few words) and these, naturally enough, praised Maura.  One of my neighbours (Anne Clarke) spoke on behalf of the first group of pupils Maura taught and her words were excellent.  I was amazed how much she remembered from those days.  I don’t think anyone was left in any doubt that Maura’s influence in her life was and remains significant.  It was lovely to hear her speak so fondly of her memories of school, her first school tour and much more.  I’ve no doubt this meant a lot to Maura.  Well done Anne (she told me she reads this blog from time to time!)  Liz Hunt, a member of the Board of Management of Mullaghroe N.S., spoke too and introduced a pupil from Maura’s most recent class.  She went on to make the point that from the first group to the last, Maura taught 345 pupils over those thirty-seven years.

At the end of the evening some of the children played music for us and it was heart-warming to hear them and see them enjoy themselves so much.  The final piece of music was left to a few of the locals and I decided to record it.  It was introduced by Junior Davey (Bodhran player) as the Kilmovee Jig and features Seamus O’Donnell and John Dwyer (on flutes) and Maureen O’Dowd on keyboard.  He mentioned a second tune that would be included but I didn’t catch the name.

Well done to all involved.  It was a lovely gathering.  I hope that Maura long remembers this night and knows that she will be long remembered by the 345 and their families.  God Bless her now and always.