When in Rome ….

When in Rome ….

The old saying goes: “do as the Romans do”!  I’m not so sure I’m doing that but I am in Rome.  I came here for the wedding of some friends – a girl I know since her childhood days in Collooney and the man she is marrying – Nicola and James.  Tomorrow we will have that celebration.  Last night I met them with some of their family members and we went for pizza so that’s fairly Roman I think.  It was very enjoyable.  We laughed as much as we ate and that can’t be bad.

Spent a bit of time watching Street Entertainers on Piazza Navona.  These people always amaze me.  Such a variety of talents on display and so many there to take in the various shows.  It’s a good experience.  One of the men I watched was spray painting a “masterpiece” and I decided to capture the moment!  Thought about capturing the picture too but didn’t go that far.  Wondered how easily it could be transported to Kilmovee:)

FRIDAY

I slept in for a while today (best blinds ever so the room was dark until I chose to let the light in  – sorry Leonard, no cracks that I noticed!!).  I had in mind to visit the Irish College today.  I’ve been there a number of times but not in recent years.  I know some of the priests on staff but none of the students.  In any case I got on the Metro and a few stops later was beside St John Lateran Basilica – regarded as the major church in Rome, even ahead of St Peter’s.  It’s a very impressive building.  A few years ago I celebrated a Wedding Mass in the little Baptistry beside the Basilica and was happy to see that again too.  A little prayer there for Anne and Derek and some good memories of a very enjoyable few days spent with both of them and their families.

Basilica of St John Lateran

Basilica of St John Lateran

Interior View

Interior View

Though I didn’t think to take photos of them, one of the things I love about this Basilica is that around the walls of it are twelve life size statues of the Twelve Apostles.  It is as if they are still keeping a watchful eye on the Church.  A consoling thought for sure.


(Sunday 7th September:  Update!  I went back there today and was able to attend Evening Mass.  It was powerful to see this Basilica in its role as a place for the Faithful to gather in prayer.  I noticed Confessions were also taking place but not in English so I had to give that one a miss!  Could have been my chance to go to someone who didn’t understand me:) I stayed on for Mass and was happy to do so.  The priest sounded very like Pope Francis in his tone and delivery.  After Mass I took photos of the twelve.  Only then did I notice that Judas’ place is taken by Paul – the Apostle called from the Road to Damascus.)


(FRIDAY CONTINUED!!)

From there I went to the Irish College – one of our National Seminaries – and spent a bit of time there.  I was disappointed that the staff member I know best was not there as I’d like to have had the chance to meet him when I was local.  I went to the College Chapel and said Morning Prayer there (okay, I told you I got up late – darkened room and all!!)  I remembered family and friends there.  A special remembrance too for that poor family in Cork as they struggle to come to terms with such a terrible loss.  God help them one and all.

The College Chapel was re-designed in recent years.  It is a very engaging Prayer Space and its imagery and mosaics speak loudly and proudly of Ireland.  This is hugely appropriate since it is literally a piece of Ireland in the heart of the Church’s landscape.

Sanctuary of Irish College Chapel, Rome

Sanctuary of Irish College Chapel, Rome

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Interior of Chapel, Irish College Rome

Interior of Chapel, Irish College Rome

I left the Irish College, glad to have paid a visit and decided to get some lunch in a nearby restaurant.  On my way I saw something very Roman – very Italian that brought me back many years to Mullaghroe and a woman called Clare Horan (R.I.P.) whose widowed husband Gerry was ordained a priest the same year as myself (God rest them both) – anyway, I digress – what did I see?  What Roman landmark reminded me of Clare and Gerry?  The Colosseum?  Spanish Steps?  Trevvi Fountain?

Not at all …. it was this

The Fiat 500!!

The Fiat 500!!

Later in the evening I went to St Peter’s where I spent a bit of time. The Basilica was closed and very few people around.  Had a lovely chat with a priest I know and met a couple on the Square with Donegal and Kildare connections.  They were good people and we talked for a while.  Struck me how much this place means to people.

Glad to be here too

Glad to be here too

St Peter's at a quieter time

St Peter’s at a quieter time

SATURDAY: THE WEDDING

We had the ceremony a little earlier today (Saturday 6th) in St Isodore’s Church.  A very old and beautiful church it is looked after by Franciscans of the Irish Province.  Fr Michael made us all very welcome and could not have been more helpful.

After the Wedding Mass with Anita, Nicola, James and (Tall) Paul

After the Wedding Mass with Anita, Nicola, James and (Tall) Paul

The reception was a lively affair.  An excellent band P-51 Airplanes gave its all!  Excellent musicians.  (I recorded one song that I’ll put on YouTube at some stage)  There was a mighty atmosphere and everyone totally enjoyed the night, the music, the food and the craic.  Not least myself!  Met some fine people along the way and that’s always a bonus.

Two musicians provided some background music as we awaited the evening meal.  They played a variety of tunes and then one of them asked me where we were from and I said “Ireland” which brought the following selection!

 

VIDEOS PROMISED!!

Nicola surprised us all with a lovely song “Savc the last dance for me”.  Unfortunately the lighthing was low at the time and the camera (phone) and cameraman (me) were not able to make up the gaps!!  Anyway, I think it captures a nice moment worth remebering.

Here’s a song from P51-Airplanes.  Just decided to take a shot and the man on the keyboard spotted me and rose to the occasion!  Though not the nicest or most enjoyable of the songs performed it shows something of their talent and commitment to their passion!

SUNDAY

On Sunday I went to Mass in St Isodore’s and joined two of the Franciscans there for Sunday Mass.  Afterwards we had a cup of tea and a chat together with those who attended the Sunday Mass there.  Felt very welcome and I’m sure this church means a great deal to those who see it as “their own” as a place for prayer and worship.  From there I went to St Peter’s for the Sunday Angelus and address by Pope Francis.  Sadly my language limitations did not allow me to fully grasp what he was saying but the mention of “Ukraine” assured me he was calling us to pray for peace in a very troubled world. In a later translation I notice he told us to be careful even of our words as they have the potential to kill.  The Square was thronged with people of all nationalities and ages.  A great experience of the Universal Church and a reminder, as if needed, how much Pope Francis means to people.

As mentioned above I went back to St John Lateran Basilica today.  I wanted to go there again.  Mass was on so I was pleased to attend that and to have the chance to take the pictures of the Apostles’ Statues that are central to the Basilica.

Tonight I met the wedding people again.  We had a very pleasant evening and I am back again in the hotel, getting ready for bed and the journey home tomorrow.  It has been a very good few days and I’m glad to have been part of it.

Kilmovee tomorrow!  That’s good too.

A thought and a tune (not necessarily related!)

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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