Five years on …
Dear Donal, I went to Knock yesterday. I wasn’t at all clued in to what was going to happen there. Your mother mentioned a few months ago that there’d be…
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Vincent Sherlock - thoughts on the journey
Dear Donal, I went to Knock yesterday. I wasn’t at all clued in to what was going to happen there. Your mother mentioned a few months ago that there’d be…
It’s a week now since we received the cross of ashes. Its shape most likely disappeared by bedtime and most certainly washed away in the cleansing waters of Thursday morning.…
I haven’t seen the movie “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri” but just watched the trailer now. A woman, feeling she has been deprived of justice, following the murder of her…
During the week, I had the joy of spending a bit of time with the priests of St Patrick’s Missionary Society (Kiltegan). I was there for a Day of Recollection.…
Dear 2017, In a few short hours, you will be replaced by 2018. All over the world, as midnight finds its hour in a variety of time-zones, people will embrace,…
The Advent Wreath, week by week, sees the lighting of another candle. The intention being to complete the circle in time for Christmas and to light the central candle –…
Earlier today I shared these words at Mass in St Agnes’ Cathedral. I’d first written them a few years ago for our parish magazine and updated them recently for an…
I celebrated Mass this morning and remembered my mother, Mary, who died eight years ago today. She died on the Feastday of Our Lady of Knock and, as I write…
Yesterday (July 29th) I was in Cloonloo Church for the baptism of my nephew’s son – my first Grand Nephew! – Tommy Scott Sherlock. Bill and Aisling’s son arrived into…