What’s another year?  Another year!

What’s another year? Another year!

In June 1981, Fr Stephen O’Mahony was ordained a priest for the diocese of Achonry. Five years earlier, his brother Dan, was also ordained. A year before that, in the Summer of 1975, Padraig Costello was ordained for our diocese and five years before that, Dominic Towey was ordained for the Diocese of Motherwell. Four men from the parish ordained priests in eleven years.

Thirty five years have passed since Stephen’s Ordination. Is “times have changed” the only response we have? Did God decide he needed no more priests from our parish? Did we? The answer, I believe, is found in neither question. The truth is God needs priests. Our parishes and diocese needs priests and religious.

What was different back then? Did people talk more about vocations? Pray more? Think more? Respond more? The same goodness is there today as at any time in our past. The same generosity is there too.

Thirty five years is a life time ….. Is there anyone out there willing to be “out there” in ministry?

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The lines above are on the front of this week’s Kilmovee Parish Bulletin.  Wanted to share them here too and maybe stir a thought in our hearts around Vocations to the Priesthood and Religious Life.

Recently a mother in the parish told me she saw her son walking down the hallway in their home. I’d say he’s about five or six years old.  He had good clothes on him and when she asked what he was doing, he turned to her and said “Shh, I’m going to Mass”!! Intrigued, she followed a few minutes later and found him in another room, alongside his sister and they were “playing Mass”. She said he was making his own of one of the hymns I sing at Mass:) I was pleased to hear this because in some way it meant the children had taken the Mass home with them.  To think it formed part of their play time was, in its own way, very consoling.  It’s good to imagine that it has a place in their imagination, alongside Cowboys and Indians, Doctors and Nurses, Cops and Robbers, Hide and Seek and a myriad of other games.  Perhaps the memory of that “mass” will linger and sow a seed, whose crop we might treasure.

I remember playing “priest” as a child.  Indeed my brother felt the need to share this with those gathered for my ordination.  He said that when he and my other brother would go home from school, they’d change into overalls and help in the garage but that more often than not I’d be seen in a black jacket with a shirt turned back to front!!  I blushed at the memory but there’s a truth in it.  Priests were an important part of my life and, maybe in the game, the thoughts of becoming one found some growth.  Maybe that’s why the mother’s story sparked something of gratitude in me.

When I was ordained in 1987, another man from home was ordained a few months before me.  He had been a solicitor, married and widowed – a grandfather and a Maynooth Classmate called Gerry Horan.  Oliver McDonagh, a neighbour too, was ordained the Sunday before me for the diocese of Elphin (sadly Gerry and  Oliver have both died, may they rest in peace).  The year after a third neighbour, John Geelan, was ordained and just a few years before that, John Finn from Gurteen.  Five men from the area in about seven years.  Like Kilmovee, none since.

A lifetime has passed you could say and nobody has seen a neighbour enter the seminary, study for a number of years and come home to be ordained.  I think this is part of the reality of our present situation.  People go to college, train to be teachers, doctors or nurses, others join the guards or take courses in farm management.  Still others further their skills as carpenters, builders, plumbers and so much more.  They talk to their friends about their courses, the life in college, the hopes they have and, in that talk, they spark the thoughts in others “maybe I could do that too” ….

Not so priesthood or religious life.  There are so few, and the few there are are so far scattered throughout the country, that the potential for their vocations impacting on others is lessened or eroded. People don’t hear of or know people who are exploring God’s Call.

What can we do?  I firmly believe we should pray and encourage.  I believe if in a Leaving Cert Class a student expressed thoughts around priesthood or religious life that his or her classmates should support the student and say “yes, why not give it a go”.  I think likewise parents and parishioners should encourage thoughts around vocation and not, through negativity or fear, quench the sparks of a flame that might be there.

I believe we need to be positive and when we hear negative comment around church, priesthood etc, if that comment does not reflect our own experience we should say so. “That may be your experience but it’s not mine”.  Silence in the face of negative comment suggests support for it.  I think that’s a pity.  A young man told me in recent years that he was at the dentist and that the dentist told him how much he disliked the church, priests etc.  I consider this young man a friend.  I knew him as a boy and know him as a man.  I said to him “I hope you told him you have a good friend who is a priest”.  He looked and me and said, “I did not! He had a drill in my mouth at the time!”  Drills aside, it seems to me that much harm is done through negative comment and much harm too, through not at least offering an alternative view.

Priesthood is a good life.  We have the privilege of being with people on good and difficult days.  Last week I celebrated a wedding and just before Mass this evening received a text from the bride saying how much they had enjoyed the day.  I was so happy to hear from her. During the week, I was called to the sudden death of a young man in our parish and allowed share in the grief of his family and community.  I do not take this lightly.  It matters that we matter and have a place to play in the day to day living of people’s lives.

I believe there is a place for priests in our world.  I don’t know what the future will bring to priesthood.  Undoubtedly it will bring its own changes and shape but, for now, we can only try to live the priesthood that is in our midst.  For now, that is the only priesthood we can seek to encourage.

I think it’s worth doing ……

A moment among many ….

A moment among many ….

This was a busy week in our parish.  Cemetery Masses, Kilkelly Festival, Concert and the Urlaur Pattern.  It was heart-warming to see so many people gather to remember, pray, shed a tear as well as to laugh, dance a step, whistle a tune or sing a song.  A very balanced mix of emotions and a fine display of   talent.  We can be proud of our week in the parish.

One of the moments that stays very much with me this day, is the “Naming of Religious” from the parish that was a central part of our Pattern Mass this year.  The Mass, celebrated in St Joseph’s Church, saw the church filled to capacity.  The “calling by name” took place after the homily and before the presentation of the gifts of bread and wine. Four people from our community, took their turn to read from a prepared list that bore the name of 108 men and women from the parish who said “Yes” to the Lord’s call to serve Him and His Church as a priest, brother or sister.  Perhaps some found another path later in life but the call, nonetheless was heard and responded to in Faith, Hope and Love.  There were names missed too, of course, but there was a space for them in the sacred silence of St Joseph’s and it’s not too late to add any omitted names to a future list.  For the moment, the Pattern Moment, we allowed those names be heard.  As each list concluded, we sounded a bell, the great call to prayer, and after a little space for silence, said together words adapted from the Ceremony of Ordination; “May God, who begun the good work in them, bring it to fulfilment”.

It was, in truth, a very moving ceremony and locating it in the Eucharistic gathering of the Urlaur Pattern seemed so fitting.  The Dominicans, who came as strangers to the lakeshore at Urlaur and built stone on stone to create “God’s House” must have rejoiced to hear this moment too.  From a historic place of Faith to the newest Church in our diocese, the journey continues.

It’s remarkable to think we know of at least 108 men and women from our parish who, in living memory, found in their Souls, the willingness to say “yes” to God’s call.  They served His Church in a variety of ministries at home and abroad.  They truly made a difference.

That call remains a true need of our day too.  How can we allow it be heard more clearly?

Take off your shoes – you walk on Holy Ground

Take off your shoes – you walk on Holy Ground

photoThe past few days I have been in Dalgan Park, Navan, Co. Meath.  It is the home of the Columban Missionaries.  A fine facility, set on spectacular grounds it is home to many events, including Diocesan Priests’ Retreats.  It is to that end, I am here, with the priests and bishop of the Diocese of Ardagh and Clonmacnois.  The days have passed quickly and, thank God, gone well.  It’s always good to meet with priests like this and to hear some of their stories – humorous and otherwise.  I’m lucky to be able to do this.

The weather has been fantastic and the heat almost unbearable but a welcome change to winds and rain.  I walked a bit – though not as much as I could have or should have but that’s another story.

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The cemetery here is amazing.  It is so well maintained and a sacred piece of God’s earth.  God rest all buried here – included among them Fr Frank Gallagher, an old family friend, who died in 2010 after more than seventy years of priesthood.

frfrankI heard in my youth that Fr Frank had been subjected to some tragic torture and treatment during his Missionary Days in Korea.  I never heard that from Frank, since he did not speak about this time but it seems certain that there’s truth in it.

Earlier today I spent a bit of time in the main chapel here in Dalgan Park and there’s a collection of pictures on the back wall, twenty-four in all, of members of the Columban Society who lost their lives tragically in the course of their “journeying for the Lord”.  Twenty-three of them are priests and one a sister.  May God rest their souls. They are not buried in Dalgan, most of them are buried where they were killed and for some, to this day, the whereabouts of their bodies is unknown. It was humbling to look at these faces – most of them very young – and to realise how much they were prepared to give.

Fr Frank Gallagher lays hands on me the day of my ordination

    Fr Frank Gallagher lays hands on me the day of my  ordination in St Patrick’s Church, Gurteen, June 1987

I took photos of the photos.  They’re not great quality but it’s my way of taking them home with me and, more than that, sharing them and their Ministry with you. (If you click on an image you will have the option of viewing in larger format and the captions will be more easily read.)

Further information available on the  Columban Website

 

The Fields of Athenry

The Fields of Athenry

Greetings from Esker!! I’ve been here the past few days with some priests from the diocese of Killaloe. I’d been asked to lead their annual Priests’ Retreat and that started on Sunday evening. A truly lovely bunch of men and delightful to be with. I only knew one of them from Maynooth days but felt instantly at home in their midst. I don’t take that for granted though and attribute the sense of ease I felt with their sense of ease with each other.

The days have gone well, thank God and I’ve found them helpful to myself. Certainly good to stop from time to time and think a bit about where we’re at and going.

Went for a walk on Monday with the intention of a manageable stroll to focus the thoughts and get a few ideas. I took what I thought would be a circular route – hate turning back – but misjudged it. I walked nearly 11km:). At one stage I looked into a field of cattle and just stopped short of asking them for directions!!

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I think they knew I was out of my depths!!!

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In fairness I looked, as I was, lost

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Not the first time a man in a Sligo jersey got lost in Galway :}

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