Vocations Sunday

This weekend we celebrate Vocations Sunday and, in word and prayer, seek to encourage people to consider the possibility of a vocation to the priesthood or religious life.  On Holy Thursday, at our Chrism Mass, I was asked to prepare a Post Communion Reflection so thought I might share here the words I used that day.

Lord, from the earliest days of your public ministry, you involved yourself in the needs of all you met. 

You were with your people from the turning of poured water into wine to the pouring of your own blood mixed with Cana’s water on the cross.  Some people were spoken for “they have no wine” and others found their own voice; “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom”.  For some the request for healing was instant and others, like the prodigal son, had to be given time to “come to their senses”.  Always though, you were there for people and with people.

Likewise, you remain with us; standing together as Diocese today. We praise your presence in our midst.  As people and priests, young and old, strong and infirm, healthy and weak, enthusiastic and tired, faith-filled and searching, we take the message of this day to our hearts.  Oils blessed and consecrated.  Lives consecrated and renewed – people, united in prayer – we take it all in Lord and offer what we have to you, that you may take it, shape it, renew and rebuild it, so that our diocese and its people live the Gospel message.

The priest in us says “yes” again to your call.  Yes to its uncertainties and tensions and yes to its glorious opportunities to be something of your presence to those who seek a voice and have a voice.  Yes to its call to bring these oils from their silver containers to the parishes and people of our diocese with the enduring promise of hope and companionship in the sacraments of Baptism, Confirmation and Holy Orders and of life Eternal in the Sacrament of the Sick.  To the brokenness of bread and the bitter-sweetness of chalice blood we commit ourselves as well.  We offer our voices and our hearing, our good days and our bad that they may be rooted in Holy Thursday, remain loyal through Good Friday and proclaim the good news that “he is risen” on Easter Sunday and beyond.

As Church; lay, religious and ordained, we dedicate our “yes” to you this day:  the “yes” of parents towards the shaping and loving of a new generation,  the “yes” of a whispered rosary, a lighted candle in an early morning chapel; the “yes” of tending to the sick and infirm;  the “yes” of Amen to Eucharist.  We dedicate as well the “yes” of the many reluctant but necessary yeses that see Simons and Veronicas step forward from the crowd.  We have the “yes” in us, Lord and we offer it to you for it is only in you and through you its potential can be reached.

Remain with us Lord.  You know that we know that we need you. 

Amen!

Old Friends ….

Some of my classmates from Maynooth met together this week in Athlone.  We’ve managed to meet every year since leaving the Seminary and that’s a bit of an achievement :)  There are regular faces each year – some that dip in and out and a few we’ve not seen.  It’s good to meet though and to catch up on how things are going.  I’m sure we see changes each year and certainly, I think it’s fair to say, the faces in the Class Piece have altered with the passing of time.  There’s greyness or baldness where once there were youthful heads of hair (not for all admittedly!) and a few pounds (not of the financial kind) extra (again, not in all cases admittedly) – maybe it’s just me!

Anyway, was good to meet up.  We went to the ancient Monastic Site of St Ciaran at Clonmanoise for Mass yesterday.  Like the early disciples the journey was made by boat.  I’m not sure the disciples had coffee-making facilities or an ongoing and very interesting commentary as they travelled but our intention was, as theirs, to get to the shore and meet the Lord.  That we did, in a prayerful celebration of Eucharist.  It certainly was a highlight of the gathering.

We will meet again in May in Maynooth since, hard and all as it is to believe, a quarter of a century has passed since we looked forward to ordination, sent out invitations, prepared booklets and all those other necessary and exciting things linked with the step we were about to take.  I’m happy to say the memories, in the main, are good and the friendships solid.  We might not meet too often but when we do there’s a sense of just picking up the conversation where it left off.  That can’t be bad.

Going to include a few photos here – just for memory’s sake – I hope my classmates won’t mind.  I should have asked them …. However, as someone once wisely said, “In certain situations, it can be easier to ask for forgiveness than permission”!

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New Arrival

As you know I was away for a few days last week.  When I got back I discovered I had a new neighbour in the field beside my house.  There are some horses there from time to time and I spotted a new arrival.  Was very happy to see this.  I went out to say hello but my approach was received with more than a little suspicion.  Anyway, contact made!  Will see how things go.

Look, who's this coming now?

Maybe you should stand behind me - he can still see you!

No, I said behind me - not with your behind to me!

I think he's gone!

A few photos ..

I just loaded some photos on the computer from yesterday’s Papal Audience.  I think they capture a bit of the atmosphere.  The newly married couple come from near Washington DC and I met them just as we were leaving.  I took their photo and will send it to them at some stage.

 

Papal Audience

Went to St Peter’s Square yesterday for the weekly Papal Audience. I don’t think the Pope knew I was there! If he did, he never let on:)

It brought home the universal nature of our church and the enthusiasm that exists among many for Pope Benedict XVI.

It also brought home the central teaching that a bald head under a burning sun is not a good idea! A priest behind must have watched the microwaving of my skull – he leaned forward and gave me his cap.

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No one thing

On Sunday we had the gospel passage that included the meeting between Jesus and Thomas. A week earlier there had been another visit by Jesus to the locked room of apostolic gathering. Thomas was missing. When told Jesus had been there he refused to believe and laid down strict criteria for any future acceptance of their claim. Holes in flesh, tracks of nails, evidence of wounds would have to be presented and reviewed. A week later this all happened. Thomas, moved by reality found his faith – “My lord and my God” became his and remains our act of faith.

For this Thomas earned the nickname “Doubting Thomas”. I think it’s not an altogether fair title. It could be said that Thomas asked the question many of us might have wanted to ask. He wanted to believe but his heart was broken and his vision clouded. He wanted it all to be true. How similar we all are. At low points we need Jesus and call out to him. Our calling might be frustrated, our need intense and our wish for some indication understandable. Thomas spoke for us. He found his faith for us. He gave us a map – a starting point and a destination.

Thomas had asked another question earlier in the Gospel when Jesus said he was going away and that the apostles would follow. Jesus told them that they knew the way to follow him. Silence! Silence broken by Thomas; “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, how can we know the way?” Again he asked the question that needed to be asked. He got his answer and it is at the heart of all we are about.

“I am the way, the truth and the life”

For this we owe a debt of gratitude to Thomas. He is more than a moment of doubt.

Labelling is dangerous. It should be avoided at all costs!!

A thought

I was in a house last week and noticed a book with an interesting picture of an elderly man’s face. The book, I’m told, was written in memory of this man who had made a family feel very much at home when they moved in next door to him. This was and remained appreciated. I intend to look more closely at this in time. There was a nice quote on the fly page. I can’t be sure I’ve it remembered word perfect but it ran something like this

“Find your piece of the earth, dig in and take responsibility for it”.

Let’s enjoy where we are and make the most of it

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Typical day in Kilmovee!!

Stopped at the Four Ways when this happened!! True or False????

Greetings

At a conference on communications. Listening to various speakers through headphones and interpreters. A strange experience but amazing stories from around the world. Certainly puts any sense I might have had of our church being persecuted at home into perspective. Yes, there may be difficulties at home but we should and must rejoice in the freedom to speak, share and live our faith

Some places – many places don’t have that freedom www.wheregodweeps.com

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Remembering …..

Everywhere we look or listen this week, there have been reminders of the Titanic and, more tragically, its sinking one hundred years ago this night (14th April).  I just had Mass in Urlaur and, by way of reflection and remembrance, shared a song I like a lot. It was written by Johnny McEvoy and tells of a meeting on the docks in Cobh between a young man and a newly married couple who were setting sail for New York.  The teller of the story in song felt a sense of envy but also the need to wish the couple every  good wish as they set out in search of their dream.  There was however, a sound in the air, that left a question ……

We think of all the John Williams and their wives, of sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers who shared that journey and possibly a dream.  A hundred years has passed but it’s important to remember.  Johnny McEvoy does well on that front.  We’ll remember with him …..

When last I saw John Williams, a young man full of pride
His lovely bride of just four days was standing by his side
He smiled and took me by the hand, saying “Boyo can’t you see
I’ve seen the last of windswept bogs and bogs the last of me!
And the peelers and the land
lords and the risings of the moon
And if ever I return again, ’twill be too bloody soon”
 
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, wife
Sailed away into the night
Where they’ll wind up no-one knows
Round and round the story goes
 
He said “I’ll go and take my chance in far off New York Town
For they say there’s lots of work there and a good man’s not put down
And with my lassie by my side we’ll build a better home
And when the sea trip’s over lads we never more will roam”
So we said farewell upon the quay, there was nothing left to do
But to pray for John and his lovely bride, that their dreams
might all come true
 
How I envied you, John Williams, and your lovely fair haired bride
To be sailing on that mighty ship across the ocean wide
For she’s the finest liner, that was ever built by man
And they say there’s naught can sink her, no not even God’s own hand
Man’s pride can be his own downfall, that big ship sailed form home
And I thought I heard the banshee cry, and it chilled me to the bone
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, wife
Sailed away into the night
Where they’ll wind up no-one knows
Round and round the story goes
Round and around the icebergs flow.