Ger Regan, R.I.P.

Ger Regan, R.I.P.

Ger Regan 1971-2016, R.I.P.

Ger Regan 1971-2016, R.I.P.

I heard sad news earlier this evening.  Ger Regan died. May he rest in peace.  Ger is a few years younger than myself and I’ve known him for more than thirty years.  In recent weeks he had been unwell but I hadn’t foreseen his death.  I spoke with him last Friday evening, before going on holidays, and we talked about “catching up” when I’d get back.  I can’t fully take in the reality that will not now happen.

I read that Gospel passage on Sunday about not knowing the day or hour.  I believed it as I read it but it doesn’t always sink in.  When you say goodbye to someone that you think you’ll see again and that turns out not to be the case, it’s a soul searching moment.

Earlier today I took a photo of the Year of Mercy Door in St Agnes’ Cathedral.  At that stage I’d known that Ger had taken a turn for the worse but in taking the photo I was very much thinking of him.  He was hugely influential in the designing of the Door of Mercy in our own cathedral in Ballaghderreen and took great pride in it and the little prayer space that he helped set up at the back of the Cathedral. He had taken a huge interest in banners and trying to focus people’s attention on the year that’s in it.

The Door of Mercy, St Agnes Cathedral, Rockville Centre, NY

The Door of Mercy, St Agnes’ Cathedral, Rockville Centre, NY

The door is wide open, draped in colours of welcome and allows access to a Holy Place.  As I took the photo, I thought of Ger and hoped that the Eternal Door would be opened to him.  I prayed that it would and, as the news settles in my heart now, I have a feeling that he is indeed home and safe.  No more worries or wondering, the Lord will set his mind and heart to rest and enfold him in His lasting peace.

I will be thinking of his mother, family and friends in the coming days and will visit his grave in Kilcolman as soon as I can.

Never take a goodbye for granted …

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POPE FRANCIS’ PRAYER FOR THE YEAR OF MERCY

Lord Jesus Christ,

you have taught us to be merciful like the heavenly Father,

and have told us that whoever sees you sees Him.

Show us your face and we will be saved.

Your loving gaze freed Zacchaeus and Matthew from being enslaved by money;

the adulteress and Magdalene from seeking happiness only in created things;

made Peter weep after his betrayal,

and assured Paradise to the repentant thief.

Let us hear, as if addressed to each one of us, the words that you spoke to the Samaritan woman:

“If you knew the gift of God!”

You are the visible face of the invisible Father,

of the God who manifests his power above all by forgiveness and mercy:

let the Church be your visible face in the world, its Lord risen and glorified.

You willed that your ministers would also be clothed in weakness

in order that they may feel compassion for those in ignorance and error:

let everyone who approaches them feel sought after, loved, and forgiven by God.

Send your Spirit and consecrate every one of us with its anointing,

so that the Jubilee of Mercy may be a year of grace from the Lord,

and your Church, with renewed enthusiasm, may bring good news to the poor,

proclaim liberty to captives and the oppressed,

and restore sight to the blind.

We ask this through the intercession of Mary, Mother of Mercy,

you who live and reign with the Father and the Holy Spirit for ever and ever.

Amen.

A decent man …

A decent man …

Save us, Lord, while we are awake; protect us while we sleep; that we may keep watch with Christ and rest with him in peace.
 
Now, Master, you let your servant go in peace.
You have fulfilled your promise.
My own eyes have seen your salvation,
which you have prepared in the sight of all peoples.
A light to bring the Gentiles from darkness;
the glory of your people Israel.
 
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,
as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
world without end.
 
Amen.
 
Save us, Lord, while we are awake; protect us while we sleep; that we may keep watch with Christ and rest with him in peace.

In 1992, my second year in Collooney parish, there was a change of priests.  Tommy Johnston was appointed Parish Priest in Mullinabreena bringing to an end one of the most enjoyable years I had in ministry - enjoyable in the sense that Tommy and I worked very much as a team, going places together, sharing ideas and trying to put them into action.  We had good fun along the way.

Tommy's transfer brought me into contact with Joe Spelman who was appointed Parish Priest of Collooney.  I'd known Joe for years but in a different setting,  He was a Professor in Maynooth, a very intelligent man and we moved in different circles.  My mother used to have an expression that spoke about a person's good qualities, she'd say "He'd never close his eye on you". I came to see that as a huge compliment, speaking to a person's character and, in particular, the truth that the person would always notice and acknowledge you. Joe fell into that revered category. I remember him walking "Joe's Square" in Maynooth and no matter who he was with, he always gave that smiling nod as you walked past in the opposite direction.  Words, though sometimes used, were not necessary.  Joe was saying "hello" in his own way and letting the other know that was the right thing to do.

In Collooney, our relationship was somewhat different.  The "Professor" had become a priest in a parish, as had the student five years earlier.  Now we were on the same pitch, wearing the same colours and walking in the same direction.  Joe was very aware that it was his first taste of Parish life.  He had retired from Maynooth's staff earlier in the year and came to Collooney, not to retire but to engage with a new phase of life.  No more than myself, he was finding his feet in ministry and was not afraid to acknowledge that.  "If it's not broken", he told me, "don't fix it".  What he was saying centred on his belief that whatever was working well in the parish, whatever Tommy and I had set in place and was seen to be working would continue.  He wasn't there to stamp authority or do it "his way" but to journey with people in the hope we were on the right road.

Bishop Flynn appointed Joe as Vicar General of the Diocese and with that came the title "Monsignor".  Joe took the role seriously and was a very good Vicar General of Achonry.  He took the title less seriously and never attached to himself any of the trappings or shades of the office. There was something strangely comforting about this. There was nothing surprising about it.

We had three years together and, when I moved to the Marriage Tribunal in 1995, I was sorry to be leaving Joe.  I enjoyed his ways so much.  He had a droll voice and an equally droll sense of humour but, and for me equally important, a sharp mind and the ability to dispense (without you knowing you were in the dispensary!) solid advice.  One of my favourites was around a letter I had written about something that hurt and bothered me.  I showed the letter to Joe.  He read it carefully, handed in back to me and said; "Vincent, that's an excellent letter. What you say is true and you've every right to say it but if you take my advice you won't send it."  Then he added "I've never regretted a letter I didn't send but I've regretted a few I did".  It took a few minutes for it to sink in but the letter became pieces and the pieces were left in Joe's dustbin.  The pieces led to peace!  

I remember him writing to me the first Christmas I was in Galway.  He told me bits and pieces about the parish, what was happening and how people were keeping. Before signing the letter he concluded with the words "I miss you".  I was taken by those words because he could have pushed it out a little from himself and said "you're missed" or "the people miss you" or "it's not the same without you" but no, he made it personal "I miss you".  I hope he never regretted writing those lines!!  I never regretted reading them and they continue to console me in times of self questioning.  His lines remind me that I have made a difference in people's lives.

Joe died on Thursday morning, June 23rd after a few years journey with the uninvited guest of "Parkinson's Disease"  It took away much of the man's character, slowed his movement and perhaps most sadly of all, dented that great intellect with which he had been so clearly gifted.  I visited him a few times in Dublin though not often enough. The more recent visits were difficult because there was no recognition and I found it difficult to see him like that. I had no sense of him knowing me or remembering anything of the road we travelled and shared.  Hopefully I remembered for both of us.

At his Funeral Mass yesterday (June 25th) in Collooney, Bishop Brendan went back beyond Joe and opened his words to us with memories of Joe's mother who had been a teacher in Coolavin N.S. (Monasteraden). After her death in 1982 a past pupil wrote a tribute to her in a local paper.  For thirty years she'd taught the junior classes and the writer said when they left home to go to school for the first time Mrs Spelman held out a hand that was "warm and welcoming". She, the writer recalled, taught the children "all we were able to learn" and she "etched" in their hearts a lasting love for God as she prepeared them for the Sacraments.  I loved the line "all we were able to learn" - today they'd call that "differentiation" where the child's abilities are centre stage and teaching takes place in accordance with how much a child is able for.  Mrs Spelman seems to have been ahead of her time.  As Bishop Brendan introduced us to her, there was a sense of a woman who knew what she was about and who made a lasting impression. He concluded "I think her son carved a good niche too in the hearts of many people…" 

So he did.  He moved with people at their pace, prayed with people as they could pray and stayed for as long as he was needed. He was a good priest, a role model and thankfully a friend.

Back to that Christmas Card of 1995 and hoping he won't mind me stealing his words:

(Joe) "I miss you".

R.I.P.

(Click here for Full Text of Bishop Brendan's Homily)

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I included Horses and Plough as the Featured Image for this post.  I did so because I've been thinking again of Kavanagh's great poem, "To the man after the harrow" which, I'm told, he wrote for a neighbour who was being ordained a priest.  I love the idea that Kavanagh used his gift to create a gift for a neighbour's son. I am not 100% sure about this though I met a group of priests at a retreat one time and some of them knew the man the poem was written for.  I'd hate to think the ordination was not the reason for the poem but whatever the reason, the words are great. I think, had it been written for Joe, Kavanagh would be happy  that his advice was heeded.

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harrow

To The Man After The Harrow

 

Now leave the check-reins slack,
The seed is flying far today -
The seed like stars against the black
Eternity of April clay.

This seed is potent as the seed
Of knowledge in the Hebrew Book,
So drive your horses in the creed
Of God the Father as a stook.

Forget the men on Brady's Hill.
Forget what Brady's boy may say.
For destiny will not fulfil
Unless you let the harrow play.

Forget the worm's opinion too
Of hooves and pointed harrow-pins,
For you are driving your horses through
The mist where Genesis begins.

From the Sacred Heart Down …

From the Sacred Heart Down …

In fairness, the title betrays my preference or prejudice, depending which way you look at it!  I’d like to think Faith, but you can decide ….

On Friday I went to St Nathy’s College Hall to visit a Trade Exhibition of local businesses. Part of the #LetsConnect initiative, it was organised by the local branch of the Bank of Ireland and was, it has to be said, a very impressive display.  Everything, almost without exception, under the roof was the work of local businesses and the goods and services displayed were all within easy access.  The array was vast – sports from GAA to Cricket, electronics from light bulbs to high end technology, food, builders’ suppliers, fitted kitchens, car service and sales (I could go for a plug there but I won’t!!!), dress-making, model building, security, community services and much, much more.  As I say, a very impressive display and I was glad to be there.

Mickey Harte, the Tyrone Manager, was the guest speaker and spoke of the need to support the local and recognise the gifts within our own community.  He spoke too of there being no point getting too caught up in the rat-race of life and concluded, the problem with “rat-races” is that a rat always wins!!  Good one Mickey:)

Anyway, back to the Sacred Heart.  On Thursday last I went into one of those local shops and its from there I take these few lines.

It was Padraig Mulligan’s Shop, though the name over the door, like the shop itself, belongs to another generation, J Mulligan.  Jimmy and his brother Paddy had two hardware shops in town and I remember both from my own childhood.  There wasn’t much you could want that would not be found in either or both. I remember their funerals as well, the two brothers died within a day of each other, may they rest in peace.

Back to Padraig’s.  I went in to pay for paint.  Padraig was dealing with some customers – a man and his wife whose little boy ran round the shop with a wild abandon that I admired and envied at the same time.  I’m not sure where he was in the world of imagination but Disney World would have had to work hard and pull out all the stops to compete.  He ran past me several times, his speed and tone suggesting that my presence was of little if any relevance in his world.  I couldn’t blame him for that.  His mother’s call to come back was heard, responded to but short lived.  As soon as she and her husband spoke again with Padraig, his circuit recommenced.  He was enthralled by the place.

I decided to do the circuit too but at a slower pace.  I’m not suggesting the boy and I saw the same things or at least saw them in the same way but I could see where his sense of adventure found its roots.

The first thing I saw was a new Circle Saw.  The blade was thankfully covered with its safety shield but I thought how weary I’d be of using a Circle Saw.  Another’s tool for sure.  I thought nonetheless isn’t it great you could get that here.  I saw a variety of lamps, some solar powered, others rechargeable, more for decoration and others for the day to day living of life.  There were lovely galvanised buckets and I thought of getting one – and will – but not that day.  There was cutlery, dinner services, cups, mugs, travel adapters, USB charges, bluetooth headphones, speakers, smartphone cases, there were paints for indoors and outdoors and all you’d need for their application. fireguards, fire sets, telephones, radios and countless more items.  In the middle of them all, minding its own business you could say, was a new picture of The Sacred Heart.  I smiled and thought you must feel at home here. More than smile, I rejoiced that in the midst of all that was on sale and considered necessary to stock was “the little bit of religion”.  As necessary as any item in the shop.  Of course if you bought it, the tools needed for hanging it could be found there too.

There’s also a bar in the shop.  It sits quietly to the back and those who sit in it tend towards quietness as well.  The man that serves the drink is now giving advice on paint and his advice is momentarily interrupted.  There’s a man at the door who looks the worse of having had a bit too much to drink.  I hear Padraig telling him; “The supplier didn’t come yet and I’m not sure he’ll be here this evening”.  What could the man want that was not available in this shop?  He wanted what the man behind the counter felt he did not need – a bottle of vodka.  Again, I thought of the Sacred Heart in the midst of circle saws and clocks and felt He’d be happy to hear that response “insofar as you did it for one of these, you did it for me”.

The man left the shop, I’m sure, more than a little disappointed but likely to a safer place and in time to an appreciation that the bottle and he were better kept apart.  I left the shop, glad of the local that is community and grateful that faith, like tradition, is handed through the generations.

#DIL2016

#DIL2016

I wasn’t the only one there … the only one in many places to be more exact, but happy to have been part of the Darkness Into Light Walk this morning.  I did it two years ago in the Forest Park, Boyle and though it was in Ballaghaderreen last year, the closest I got was waking to my alarm around 3am and wondering “will I or won’t I?”  the “won’t” won out! Decided to give it a go this year.

Amazing to see so many people in St Nathy’s College Hall this morning.  Even more amazing to see people in such good form, so revved up for the walk and happy to be part of it. Certainly, you’d not think it was the middle of the night.  People were at their best. When you think about it, it’s the best place for people to be.

The route passed quickly.  Nobody seemed to be walking alone even if you went there alone (as I did) and there’s a message in that too.  For surely at the heart of this entire venture is a desire to let people know they are not walking alone and, if they are, they don’t need to. Always, there’s someone willing to share the journey.

There was good banter along the way, comments passed and smiles exchanged served only to shorten the journey.  The breaking of the clouds – the darkness into light – revealed the spire of our Cathedral, the faces of our fellow walkers and brought on a new day.

A great way to start the day.  No, I won’t be getting up at 3am tomorrow!  If God spares me though, I’ll be there again next year.  Well done to all involved.  It’s estimated that over 100,000 people walked into the light last night all over Ireland.  Now that can’t be bad.

God Bless the work of Pieta House and God guide the steps of those seeking help towards its open door.

Daily Lenten Thought March 12th

Daily Lenten Thought March 12th

The idea of going on “pilgrimage” to Ballaghaderreen is not something we’d normally speak about!

We associate pilgrimage with Religious sites like Knock, Croagh Patrick or Lough Derg.  Maybe even more-so with The Holy Land, Lourdes etc.  The word “pilgrimage” is accurate in the setting of the Jubilee Year of Mercy.  In the past when Holy Years were called people were invited to make “pilgrimage” to Rome and  enter the Holy Door at St Peter’s or perhaps another Basilica in Rome.

Pope Francis however, believed such journeys unnecessary and though people are welcome to go to Rome, he decided that every diocese should have its own “HOLY DOOR” for the Jubilee of Mercy.  With that in mind, one of the doors in our Cathedral has been so designated and there’s an invitation to us all to visit and pray around this Holy Door.

As a diocese we are invited to do this on Sunday.  People can of course visit any time they want but there’s a special effort being made to do so as “diocese” on this Sunday. The time set aside is 3pm-7pm and our own Parish Cluster (Bohola, Carracastle, Charlestown, Kilmovee, Kiltimagh and Swinford) are especially invited during the final hour, 6pm-7pm.

Ten “STATIONS” have been identified, each with a call to prayer and a bit of reflection.  A booklet will be made available for use during the time and the hope is that as many as possible will attend.  Stations of The Cross will be prayed and reflected upon during the final half hour.  Please consider making the “pilgrimage” on Sunday.  It would be great to see many people, families too, from our parish gather at the “HOLY DOOR OF MERCY”.  Priests of the diocese will be available throughout the afternoon to celebrate the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Further details on www.achonrydiocese.org

 

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