I recently spoke to a man in the diocese who strongly encouraged me to use “Twitter”. To date, I haven’t done so. Decided that I’ll give it a go for a while to see what comes of it. My account is @vincentsherlock if you use twitter. We’ll see how it…
On Friday last, my mother’s last remaining first cousin died. She was Teresa Dwyer, a lovely and good woman from Lumcloon, Monasteraden. I am so happy that I got to see her and share a prayer and the Sacrament of The Sick with her shortly before she died. Her funeral…
Have been lying low for a few days. Picked up a bug along the way and it had its say. I think it’s gone again! During the week I missed two funerals that I should have attended, one was Kevin Mannion from home. A good and kind man who died,…
Had the chance this week to attend the wedding of two parishioners. It was a lovely gathering under sunny Spanish skies! I was pleased to be part of this special days in the lives of Andrew and Rhona. Met some very nice people along the way and had a chance…
So sorry to hear today of the death of Donal Walsh, a young lad from Kerry, who lived with cancer for the past number of years. Aged 16, he recently appealed to all and, in particular young people, to value life and never throw it away through death by suicide.…
This weekend we celebrate the Feast of The Ascension. Originally this was celebrated on Thursday of this week but, like a lot of the Holy Days, it was moved to the Sunday in the belief it might be easier for people to attend Church, spend some time in prayer and…
Some months ago I met Donal McMahon as I was leaving the refectory in Maynooth. I was there for a meeting and joined the other attendees for lunch. As I say, I met Donal – who taught us English for the first two years we spent in Maynooth – I…
On Saturday evening, driving to Mass in Urlaur, I heard a short clip of a documentary on RTE Radio 1. It was called “The Green Line” and I’d heard promos for it during the week. The premise seemed to be that the reporter travelled on the Green Line (London Underground)…
I was away earlier in the week so I’m not sure when the foal was born. I pulled back my curtains on Thursday morning to see “mother and child” in the field. It was lovely to see. I’m no farmer or judge of lifestock but I know when something touches…
