Today recalls the 11th November 1918 when World War 1 came to an end. This song is in memory of all those who died during that time, and since, leaving so many to mourn and grive them. This song is about wanting peace and remembering the futility that is violence, the futility that is hatred. “Deliver us Lord from every evil and grant us peace in our day”.
There are lovely trees around my house. People admire them but, thankfully, so do I. Often thought to photograph one of them throughout the year and let it tell its story. Never quite managed that. Maybe 2021.
The other day I took a photo of some of the leaves as they began to turn to Gold. I wrote the following few lines for our Parish Facebook page but this is my “cyber” home so want to include them here as well.
In these Autumn days
may a story be told
of banishing our fears
as green turns to gold
as the leaf changes colour
may it whisper “I’m here”
and as it falls to the ground
point to next year
for winter will follow
with spring on its heels
in the sprouting of buds
new green it reveals
may it speak to us now
and help us to cope
in these uncertain times
may it offer us hope.
Lockdown (or at least LEVEL 3) does stange things!!
Decided to have a look at the blog this evening and maybe try out a new look! Let me know what you think.
I hope all is going well for you all. There is little point in saying again that these are difficult and strange times for us all.
Please God, we are a day nearer to them being over.
On Sunday August 30th, Paul Dempsey was ordained bishop of Achonry Diocese. This was a deferred date for his ordination since it was originally planned for April 19th but COVID-19 had different ideas. I had been asked to preach the homily for April 19th and the invitation to do so remained! It was an honour to be asked.
Below is the text of the homily preached. Please remember Bishop Paul and our diocese in your prayers.
The story goes back many years and finds us in the sacristy of a church in this diocese, in the presence of a priest, long since gone to his Eternal Reward. There is a funeral taking place, the lady who has died is the mother of a priest and the bishop and many concelebrants have packed the small sacristy to overflowing. A young Altar Server, realising there is more happening here than on the normal day, edges his way through the crowd of priests, finds his own and tugs at his Alb: “When do I ring the bell Father?” he asks in hushed tone. He feels this is a day when things need to be done right. The parish priest smiles, looks at him and says, “Anytime you feel like it!” I think that comes under the heading “No Liturgical Fuss”!!
Our liturgy today may be simple in style, taking place in the absence of many who Paul and indeed our diocese would have wanted here but remains nonetheless deeply profound. At day’s end, we will have a new bishop in Achonry Diocese, and this is for all of us, a cause of great joy.
Paul Dempsey, who will be among the youngest of our priests, takes up a calling today that had its stirrings in his Carlow home. Among the photos in the ordination booklet today there are two that come to mind, one is clearly visible and the second hides itself behind some text. The clear picture is of a family celebrating the baptism of the youngest child, with one of his sisters wearing her First Holy Communion Dress. No doubt it seemed the right thing to do on such a happy day and I like to think it reminded her of her own happy day celebrated sometime earlier. This is a central photo in the story that unfolds itself here this afternoon, for the characters in that photo and the sacrament it recalls have made Paul Dempsey the man he is today. The man who was able to say yes last December when Archbishop Okolo spoke to him of Pope Francis’ decision that he should be the new Bishop of Achonry. There are only two of the characters in that photo here with us today, Paul and his brother Tony. Sadly, his parents have gone to reap the rewards of lives well lived and COVID-19 made travel here today a journey too far for his sisters Bernadette and Angela. Though not physically with us, we know that they, like the many who wished they could be here with you Paul, are filled with pride, immersed in love and praying you every blessing. We join with them.
Coming to us from Newbridge, might we take that very name to locate you in the faith journey of our diocese. You are and will be a NEW BRIDGE – a bridge between what has been and what is to come, a bridge between what has been lost and what is to be found, a bridge between Heaven and Earth, between God and His people. The bridge makes travel possible, the NEW BRIDGE puts shape, puts its own stamp on the journey and we are thankful for the roads you will travel within our diocese and beyond, to help us find and know the way, the truth and the life.
The Monaghan poet, Patrick Kavanagh, wrote a poem one time for a neighbour who was being ordained a priest. He called it “TO THE MAN AFTER THE HARROW” and it is a wonderful poem, a man’s gift, born of his own talent, to a neighbour who is taking a significant step in life. “Now leave the check reins slack”, he tells him, “for the seed is flying far today”. There is something deep being said here to a young man who could run the risk of being rigid, fearful, anxious – wanting to make no mistake. The slackness of the check reins, far from leaving the horse to wander, encourages the horse to give of its best, to walk a straight path and allow far flung seeds to embed themselves in the stony grey soil …. Paul, I hear Kavanagh say the same to you. Be yourself Paul, be relaxed and encourage others through gentle witness. No need for a tight grip, since you are walking in the Gospel message, with your people, walking for your people, the journey and the work will continue.
Kavanagh also tells the neighbour to “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”. He knew what might hold his neighbour back, fear of what people might say, and Kavanagh felt that was not a good starting point. We all have that fear, the fear of people’s reactions, fear that our words might not be carefully enough stitched together, fear of ridicule. To the young priest, his poet-neighbour, says don’t worry about what people say, be the priest you need to be – be the priest people need you to be and as long as you are speaking from a place of rootedness, your words are only intended to build up, to take us across the NEW BRIDGE. Our wish for you today, is that those words you have spoken through your twenty-three years of priesthood, those healing and meaningful words, will flow into and out of your words and actions as Bishop of Achonry.
The other picture, the one I said was hiding behind words in the booklet is of a young boy on a bicycle. Paul Dempsey, do you remember who taught you to cycle? Was it your father or your mother? Was it Tony or one of your sisters? Was it a friend in Carlow? Do you remember someone walking behind you, holding the carrier as you tried to stay upright? Do you remember that day when, looking back you realised you were on your own, cycling and that you had found your balance? The open road was yours and life would never be quite the same again. Of course you were not on your own, for the hands that let go of the carrier, reached out to you, the eyes watched out for you and the one left standing delighted that you had found your way. May the boy behind the words on a page of today’s booklet, be found in the man who will find words today and answer “I am”, “I am”, “I am” …. until he says “I am, with the help of God.”
I mentioned Kavanagh earlier and his poem to a young priest about to be ordained. There is another of his poems, not written to a young priest but about an old priest. It is entitled “Father Matt” and there is an incredible description of the priest and his place in the parish. “He was part of the place,/natural as a round stone in a grass field;/he could walk through a cattle fair/and the people would only notice his odd spirit there”. Is it just me, or is that not perfection? The priest in the parish, as “natural as a round stone in a grass field” – natural, that has to be the key, “part of the place”, that is the call. Our diocese has its share of grass fields with stones in their corners and our diocese needs priests and a bishop to be a natural part of the place. Working with you Paul, as priests, religious and laity, may HIS gentle spirit be known through ours.
Today’s Gospel speaks of picking up the Cross and following Christ. Today’s ceremony will see you presented with symbols of your office, among them, the cross you hang around your neck and the crozier that speaks to the shepherd in you. Many years ago, I went to St Mary’s in Sligo to pay my respects to Bishop Dominic Conway who had died. As I prayed at his coffin, I noticed a crozier and mitre left close by. Later that day, I attended the funeral of a neighbour from home – a man of this parish, a cattle dealer called Eugene Casey. Beside his coffin were his cattle stick and an old hat. I could not help but think that both men had sought to make a difference in life. The hat they wore and the stick they carried may have had different names, but they called both men to be hard workers, to do their best and to make a difference. We pray that you will find that strength today. You have already found it in saying “yes” to this moment, but may you find it afresh and find it often that you can make a difference.
Launch out into the deep, “DUC IN ALTUM”, there are fish there – maybe we cannot see them with the naked eye, maybe they are swimming near the bottom or hiding in the rushes but they are there. So too, people of faith, people trying to swim and often against the tide – people caught up in the rushes, drifting and uncertain. They need to hear the casting of the line, the lowering of the net and above all the patient waiting of the fisherman, who knows the waters, the flow of the stream and the NEW BRIDGE to cross it.
Finally, let us go back to that sacristy, to the young boy and the priest and the question: “When do I ring the bell?” Paul, chances are you have questions today too, questions rooted in the answer you will give, the answer you have given but questions, nonetheless. “When can I ask them to help me?” “When can I seek their support?” “When can I ask for their prayers?” “When can I approach their door?” “When can I ring the bell?” The answer …….
“Anytime you feel like it – anytime you need to.”
May God who has begun the good work in you, bring it to fulfilment.
This is a version of a booklet published in 1999. It was published by Veritas and is called The Enchanted Way – a take on the Way of The Cross. I think it is still available and there were wonderful photographs included, taken by Valerie O’Sullivan.
