This was my homily for today followed by the gospel passage.
Last Thursday as I was coming back from Sligo, I went in to the Drumcliffe graveyard to visit the resting place of William Butler Yeats. It is a bit on the north side of Sligo. Seeking Our Lady’s intercession, I said a MEMORARE for the repose of his soul. WB Yeats is one of Ireland’s greatest writers and indeed one of world ranking. He died in 1939 to give a sense of his place in history.
What many people – including myself – find fascinating about Yeats is his epitaph, the statement written on his headstone: CAST A COLD EYE ON LIFE, ON DEATH. HORSEMAN PASS BY.
Now Yeats was a man of great depth and we could spend all day and all night working out what this means or might mean! But if we take it at face…
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It is astonishing to me that people at times say that the restrictions of Catholics is too hard and they do not allow the individual enough freedom in their lives; though it is uncertain as to what this freedom consists.
On a macro level, it is obvious that we all have full access to freedom: Pro-Choice in everything we do. We are totally free, due to God’s gift of freewill, to abide by Him and to submit ourselves to His will or to sin in life. We can and do commit at times the most heinous crimes as is obvious in the present sex scandals in the Catholic Church. What is to stop us? So what you are after, it seems, is not ‘freedom’ to live according to God’s will but to have God change His will so that you can live your life outside of His Holy Will but…
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May 30, 2018
While the world reeled at the alleged comments Pope Francis recently made on homosexuality, it also noticed the pontiff’s deafening silence on Ireland’s now-lost abortion referendum.
Pope Francis allegedly told a male victim of priestly sex abuse that God “made” him gay and that’s “okay,” which made headlines around the world. The Vatican press office wouldn’t confirm or deny the comment.
Many have noted the Catholic Church’s minimal role in the campaign to save the pro-life Eighth Amendment, partly because the homosexual sex abuse crisis was so bad in Ireland that it shattered the Church’s credibility. However, despite the pontiff’s “progressive” reputation, his opinion nevertheless may have been of some help to the pro-life side as it tried to win over voters.
“In 1983, the Catholic hierarchy played no little role in the passing of the Eighth Amendment,” the BBC reports. “However, in the intervening…
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The Letter to the Hebrews tells us that God’s Word is alive and active. It is not dead history but a living Word that speaks to our current situation. On the day that Ireland legalised the mass killing of its own pre-born children, the gospel passage speaks about Jesus’ love for little children. He says “Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs”. How this contrasts with what the Irish people voted for yesterday!
Here is the gospel passage followed by commentary from the Irish Bishops’ website.
A reading from the holy Gospel according to Mark 10:13-16
Anyone who does not welcome the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.
People were bringing little children to Jesus, for him to touch them. The disciples turned them away, but when…
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Lord have mercy.
By Charlie Johnston
(I wrote this little poem after I heard the decision in Ireland. It is not polished – I completed it in an hour. But it is how I felt and what I hope)
A Lament for Ireland
‘Twas the last wall to fall,
As the earth’s axis shifted,
To the Lord of us all,
And our Mother we call,
That our grief soon be lifted,
With new light we be gifted.
Alas, it is fallen, great Eire,
Death opens its floodgate,
A tsunami of fire,
The dark hour of the liar,
Love overtaken by hate,
Life consumed by the state.
How much longer, Oh Lord,
Must we labor in vain,
Till you send out your sword,
And exhaust this discord,
Babes dying in pain,
Our world gone insane.
The satan, he chortles,
With malevolent glee,
Watching from his dark portal,
As we spurn what’s immortal,
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