Archbishop Joe Cassidy, R.I.P.

Archbishop Joe Cassidy, R.I.P.

Archbishop Joseph Cassidy, R.I.P.

Archbishop Joseph Cassidy, R.I.P.

Earlier today I attended the Funeral Mass of Archbishop Joe Cassidy, the retired Archbishop of Tuam and former Parish Priest of Moore-Clonfad Parish.

Ordained in 1959 for the Diocese of Achonry, the Charlestown native was sent to the Diocese of Clonfert on loan and, as events transpired, was never to return to our diocese.  He taught in St Joseph’s College (Garbally) for nearly twenty years, was its President for two and then was appointed Bishop of Clonfert and later Archbishop of Tuam from 1987-1995.  He didn’t enjoy great health and retired as Archbishop but, anxious to maintain pastoral ministry, he moved to the parish 0f Moore-Clonfad where he remained until his final retirement in 2009. He died on January 31st.

A gifted preacher and communicator, he did much to share the Gospel message and Church teaching – doing so in his own way and with a personal touch.  I liked him and his style very much and though I didn’t know him very well he was the sort of a man you felt at home with – he had a good way with him.  May he rest in peace.

I just took a look at the Tuam Archdiocesan website and am happy to see the text of Archbishop Neary’s homily there so thought I might share.

Communicator of the Word of God

St Francis of Assisi once said: “Preach the Gospel at all times; if necessary, use words”. Joseph Cassidy was a master of words.  Words, to paraphrase Yeats, ‘obeyed his call’.  Their master’s strong, compelling voice is silent now. A voice that once summoned them to serve the Gospel is heard no more. Wherever the good news of Jesus Christ was heard through the words of Archbishop Cassidy his translation was clear, challenging and fresh.  He was a word man, a man who crafted words so that when the Gospel was heard none of us could say that the Scriptures were tired and predictable. The word of God became flesh in a striking way when he spoke.  They broke into our world, spoke to our poverty, whispered to our pain and loneliness, reassured us in our brokenness.

The Teacher

Just before dawn, on the feast of St. John Bosco, his own pain ended. The feast could not have been more poignantly significant. John Bosco, the teacher. Twenty years of Joseph Cassidy’s priesthood had been spent in education. Like St. John Bosco he communicated a great love for wisdom and particularly for English literature. He influenced and helped to form young men, introducing them to English literature, enabling them to enjoy its riches.  He was gifted with great patience, understanding and sympathy which enabled his students to identify with him and to trust in him. Today, many of those students will acknowledge the extraordinary influence which he had on them as he introduced them to drama, debating and public speaking.

Spokesperson

As Bishop he was a very articulate spokesman for the Bishop’s Conference. He could communicate theological ideas in a way that was understandable and in the language of everyday life. He will be remembered by different people for different things. However he will be remembered by everyone who has heard him speak as one of the outstanding preachers of our time. In his homilies he made contact with real life which is there in our streets, our hospital beds, in broken homes and breaking hearts where love and hate, war and peace, grace and despair intermingle.

Spéis sa Ghaeilge

Bhí spéis faoi leith ag an Ard-easpaig Seosamh Ó Casaide sa Ghaeilge.  Is cuma an raibh sé ag labhairt i mBéarla nó i nGaeilge bhí bua na cumarsáide go smior ann.  Cainteoir den scoth a bhí ann.

Creativity and Imagination

As a proclaimer of God’s word, Joseph Cassidy was involved in a search –  a searing search for God and the human person through systematic reflection on experience. He relived the language of Job who struggled with God, bewildered, confused, not understanding why terrible things had happened. As a weaver of words, Joseph Cassidy had few equals. His creative imagination found expression in his power of story, where we recognised our own pilgrimages, and in painting pictures which were true to life.  Life, with all its paradoxes and contradictions, its sorrows and its joys.

Ability to make a text come alive

Few preachers speak with quite the power of imagination that was his. He brought to his preaching the precision of a careful scholar and gave life to these dry bones with all the narrative skills of a novelist and the powerful imagery of a poet. In him we found a rare combination of warmth, insight, and vitality. He comforted and challenged, as he communicated with mind, heart and conscience. His unique story-telling style insured an attentive congregation as they listened to a message that was profound and contemporary. He was witty, touchy, full of humanity and wisdom.

Master of Language

He used language with care, with discrimination and with feeling. He loved to play on words and to pun. His homilies were not only education but entertainment. His language was fresh, his vision poetic. Measured syllables, rhetorical balance all contributed to a gentle yet forceful Christian persuasion. And through his warm and appealing personality, he demonstrated that God’s grace is not a quality given only to a select few. It is a gift, a spiritual resource, if you will, available to each and every one of us. In his proclaiming of the word of God we recognise that God is to be found in the bits and pieces of daily life, whether local, national or global. Joe was sensitive to where people are and where they are going.

Archbishop of Tuam

Recognising the pressure under which marriage and the family operate today he set up the Family Centre in Castlebar with an outreach to the various parishes. When he became the Archbishop of Tuam in 1987 he realised what emigration was doing to the West of Ireland and became very involved in the movement to develop the West together and provided a great source of inspiration and encouragement to all involved.

An Dúlra agus an Timpeallacht

Bhí suim faoi leith an an Ard-esapaig Seosamh sa Ghaeltacht agus sna hOiléain.  Bhí árd-mheas aige ar áilleacht an dúlra agus an ceantar mór-thimpeall san Ard-deoise seo, go háirithe Cruach Phádraig.  D’oibrigh sé go dícheallach an áilleacht agus naofacht nádúrtha sin a chaomhnú ar ’chuile bhealach.

Coping with the cross and suffering

For all that, perhaps the most eloquent sermon of his life is not the words stored in someone’s memory or found in the written word of his homilies but rather in the way he lived through the pain of the last year and particularly during the last few months when his voice was silent.  This was the testing period for all his words and he proved that his preaching was not just directed at others but that he had taken deeply into his own life the directions he had placed before us all. In those months of  suffering he brought a sense of patience and trust to all who kept that lonely vigil at his side.  The best sermons do not use words.  In these last months, Joseph Cassidy preached very well.

Feast of the Presentation

As we lay Archbishop Joe to rest on this day, we are reminded that this is the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord.  The feast is typified by light, at once a delicate, mysterious element as well as an overpowering and blinding force. Candles are blessed today. When lighted, their wicks can be easily snuffed out. Yet these candles symbolise Jesus, our eternal light, our sun that illumines the path of our existence, our pillar of fire which cannot ever be put out.

Theology of Presentation

Today’s feast offers that most special grace to expend our lives heroically for God in kindness and in love. God is seeking to transform us into our very best selves, so that our entire lives will please the Lord.  The book of Exodus prescribed that every first born Israelite son belonged to God. The Jesus who is presented in the temple is the living word of the Father and a friend and companion for our journey. Jesus, who speaks to us in human words, is, in the mysterious depth of his being, one with God. He opens our horizons to and through the possibilities God has given us, so that we too can be one with him.

Thanksgiving

As we celebrate this feast we return the precious gift that God has given us in Archbishop Joseph Cassidy. We thank God for his ministry as priest and bishop and for all those whose lives have been influenced and inspired by him.  He who commanded words has answered the living Word and has returned to him.  May he rest in peace.

Condolences and sympathies

Joining with the whole congregation gathered here in prayer I offer my sincere smypahty and the support of my prayers to his sisters Concie, Angela, Mary, Bernadette, Patricia and Imelda.  To his brothers-in-law, nieces and nephews, and his wide circle of friends.

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam dilís!

joe cassidy funeral

THE LAST WORD

On Sunday, February 3rd, Mid West Radio’s “FAITH ALIVE” paid tribute to Archbishop Cassidy.

The greater part of the show centred on the replaying of an interview that had taken place with Monica Morley, Brendan Hoban and Colm Kilcoyne over twenty yeas ago. I hope they don’t mind (and I will check!!) but I made a recording of the replayed programme and will include some of it here.

Archbishop Joe Cassidy, R.I.P.

A thought and a tune (not necessarily related!)

This weekend’s gospel speaks of the calling of the first four disciples – all fishermen.  I put a few lines on our parish bulletin this week about vocations and about our Parish Cluster.  I suppose this came about as a result of a meeting we had among the priests of our cluster in recent weeks and of the diocese towards the end of last year.  In both gatherings it was easy to see that the age profile of our priests is increasing and the number decreasing.  Maybe today’s few lines came from that and a hope that God’s call to the four fishermen might be heard again ….

There’s been a poll running on our diocesan website for the past two weeks or so.  The question posed is “When was the last priest ordained for the diocese of Achonry?”  There are four options: 1998, 2003, 2006, 2010.  The response hasn’t been massive but, so far, 25 people have responded.  12% think the last ordination was in 1998, 20% believe it was in 2006, 32% answered 2003 and 36% 2010.  The correct answer is 2003.  In other words 68% of those who responded to the poll were incorrect in their response and 32% were correct.

Was it about being right or wrong?  No!  The reason for the question was to perhaps make visitors to our  diocesan site reflect on the length of time since a priest was ordained to serve within the diocese of Achonry.  The answer – ten years.  In those ten years a number of our priests have died.  Some more have retired or ceased ministry.

In the cluster of parishes to which we align ourselves (Kiltimagh, Swinford, Bohola, Charlestown, Carracastle and Kilmovee) there are ten priests in parish ministry (three are aged 40-45, two aged 45-50, one aged 50-55, two aged 65-70, one aged 70-75 and one is over 75).  In the coming years, allowing for retirements and other diocesan needs as well as unforeseeable circumstances it is certain the number of priests in this cluster will   reduce.  We have two students in Maynooth at present and that is good news!

There are twenty-five weekend Masses celebrated in this Parish Cluster – many of them at the same time. The weekend Mass is certainly meant to be the highpoint of a Parish’s Liturgical life and a vital cog in the sharing of the Gospel Message.  It is a time of gathering, sharing, nourishing, healing, praying and of all that is good and necessary in the life of a Catholic Community.  As we look at today’s age-profile of priests in this area it is   certain that  within a short number of years we will not be in a position to celebrate Masses at the  present level.  There will be need to re-align times with other parishes, to share priests between parishes and to make practical arrangements at parish level.

As the Lord calls Apostles to his side in this weekend’s Gospel passage, there remains of course the hope that the Spring may find its voice and that some from our diocese might again hear God’s call  and join our two   students on their “road to priesthood”. There can be no doubt but that  He is calling priests to ministry in our diocese.  Nine years is a long time …………. “Come follow me”!

Fr Gerry Horan

At Mass this morning (Kilmovee) I spoke of a classmate of mine who was ordained a few months before the rest of our class.  He was Gerry Horan – a neighbour from home – who was ordained for the Diocese of Elphin.  Gerry had been a solicitor for most of his life, was widowed and had two children.  He was nearly 70 when he was ordained.  As a young man he had joined the Passionist Order but left before ordination.  Somehow this thought of priesthood had remained with him through his life.  As I say, he was ordained a few months before the rest of us and worked until he died in Tibohine (Parish of Fairymount)

Gerry preached at Mass one evening when we were in Maynooth.  I think it may have been the same Gospel passage we reflected on this weekend.  He talked of being a young boy and fishing alongside a friend of his on the shores of Lough Gara.  His friend caught a trout and Gerry told us he caught nothing.  As they cycled back home to Mullaghroe, Gerry asked his friend how come he had caught a fish when Gerry wasn’t able to.  His friend didn’t answer until they were nearly at home and then he told him “I prayed”.  Gerry said he laughed at him but the friend insisted.  “You asked me and I told you.  I prayed.  I said ‘Holy Ghost, direct me to catch a fish’.  You asked me and I told you.”

Gerry told us that he was back at Lough Gara on his own the next morning.  He said he sat in the same spot and prayed “Holy Ghost direct me to catch a fish” and, as if he could still feel the tug on the line, he smiled as he told us “I caught the two finest trout I ever caught in my life”.  He continued, “I put them on my back, cycled home, was late for school, got six slaps but I didn’t give a damn!  I had caught two fish and learned how to pray”!

He finished his few words that evening by telling us that in the Gospels the Lord seemed to have a great love for fishermen but not so much for lawyers.  “Maybe”, he said “that’s why I think it’s time to become a fisherman again”.

This week we have mourned with the people of West Cork the loss of five fishermen from the local and Egyptian community.  Our hearts go out to them and their families and all who live the life of the sea.  Fishermen have great patience and an ability to see beneath the surface – knowing where to cast the net, drop the line, direct the boat ….. Someone once told me that quite often fishermen don’t learn to swim since they know the power of the sea and possibly the futility of struggle.  They trust the outcome, even if we don’t fully see or understand it, will be in God’s hands.

Maybe that’s why Jesus chose fishermen.  He knew they could and would depend on him.  He knew they understood patience and the need for the right bait, the dropped line and hope!

As I say …. just a thought and, as it turns out, a memory of my neighbour and classmate, Fr Gerry Horan.  With the fishermen of West Cork, may he rest in peace.  Amen.

And now the tune!  One of my favourites.  We need to be able to see the Green, the black, the grey, the blue, the yellow and not just the colours but also their very many shades …..

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