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The last four days have been the most extraordinary days for the Catholic Church in Britain. The papal visit anticipated with hostile cynicism has captivated Britain and passed into memory as an amazing event not just for the Catholic Church Continue reading I WAS THERE: Benedict XVI visit to Britain by the late Fr. Seamus Stapleton SAC
“You must be detached” he would say to us his students back in the 1970’s, a lesson that I have tried to learn with some success and then none. We learn, forget, and relearn. Detachment was taught to me again Continue reading MAY I SAY LOVE: Remembering Father Pat Dwyer SAC
We are very sorry to announce the death of our confrere Fr Patrick (Pat) Dwyer who died in Sacred Heart Nursing Home, Crosspatrick, Co Kilkenny at 7.30 p.m. December 21st. Funeral arrangements are to be finalised. May his good and noble Continue reading Father Patrick (Pat) Dwyer SAC R.I.P.
Stansted airport 8.10am. Been here since 7 and up since 5. “Relax” is the word next to the scheduled flight to Cork. I do what the word says, relaxing with a coffee and croissant, not realizing that the word is Continue reading CLOAK OF CLOUD ENFOLDING: Flight to Vincent’s Funeral
O Sapientia I cannot think unless I have been thought,Nor can I speak unless I have been spoken.I cannot teach except as I am taught,Or break the bread except as I am broken.O Mind behind the mind through which I Continue reading O Sapientia (O Wisdom)
Funeral Mass, Fr Vincent Kelly, SAC. Monday 12th December 2022. Our Lady of Lourdes Church, Ballinlough, Cork. Homily We gather to participate in the funeral Mass of Fr Vincent Kelly, or VJ, as he liked to be called, he said Continue reading Father Vincent Kelly SAC R.I.P.
To the Pallottine Missionary Sisters we offer our sincere condolences and prayers on the death of Sister Christine Bohr who died on December 5th at the age of 102 years. We give thanks to God for her great witness and Continue reading Sister Christine Bohr SAC
Rain mesmerises. Rain on a dark November evening pecking at my face, battering my hood. I duck and flinch, as if that might lessen the impact. It doesn’t of course. Rain on the seafront sets me thinking about all sorts Continue reading ADVENT: Door of my Soul
Isaac is about one and a half years old. In creche the other day when he saw two boys fighting he went over to them, separated them and gave each of them a hug. And that was the end of Continue reading CHRIST AMONG OUR COBWEBS