Friday, November 20, 2015
Practical example of 'ethos' of the Christian school
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Young people speak out in favour of the world's poorest
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Nameless women in this week's 'Irish Catholic'
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Kindness skin-deep?
Michael Commane
It seems we missed our turn and were heading further and further away from the reservoir. There was more traffic on the road than was comfortable, along with that I had my dog with me. It was raining too. The ingredients were not the best.
I was too lazy to take my map out of my bag so eventually John decided to call to a house and ask for directions. Externally it looked a well-kept house and the gardens were finely manicured.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Nasty right-wing Catholic blog on Paris attack
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Papal nuncio speaks on Catholic 'ethos' in schools
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Paris, Beirut, Syria
Friday, November 13, 2015
Homily at funeral Mass of Michael Paul Gallagher
In the homily at the funeral Mass of Michael Paul Gallagher Bruce Bradley SJ, spoke of the man he first met in 1962. He said he was someone who was gifted in “intuiting and imagining the horizons of others, inviting them in turn to share his”.
He said the renowned author “did not take himself too seriously but he was aware and quietly proud of some of his own gifts and accomplishments”, adding with a smile, “Perhaps with just some of the small harmless vanity you occasionally meet with in an only child”.
He said Michael Paul was impressive in how he faced his impending death with “clear-eyed courage and a lack of self-absorption”.
A day is a long time in .....
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Catholic schools
Farage explains how Ireland has been crushed by the EU
Initiatives are new
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Dominican anniversaries
Raymond Farren died of old age in Cork in 2005.
Palace in Ankara
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Helmut Schmidt is dead
Meeting Jack in the porch is a lovely start to the day
Michael Commane
He has a long shaggy beard too, which suits him.
Jack is not his birth name. I happen to know his birth name and age because some months ago I visited him in prison.
He’s out of jail now and most mornings of the week I chat with him in the porch of a Dublin church.
He’s sitting either in the porch or on the steps of the church when I arrive in the morning.
He arrives on a woman's bike, which really is not meant for this big 1.88 metre-tall man.
About three weeks ago he was sitting on the steps and playing the tin whistle when I arrived.
He’s there most mornings but the odd morning that he is not there I miss our few minutes chat and laugh.
He calls me Michael and I’m back calling him Jack. On discovering his birth name I used it for a while until he told me that he prefers Jack.
There are one or two topics that greatly annoy him and if they are raised he gets very upset and tends to shout and scream. Naturally when he goes on like that some people get upset and even frightened.
So it’s best to stay well away from those topics.
On occasion he can leave bits of paper and orange peel on the ground but when I suggest he refrain from leaving any rubbish behind him he smiles and promises it won’t happen again.
I have noticed a number of other people stop and chat with him. I think they also give him a few cent.
One man gives him a fiver every day.
Jack’s an intelligent man. Whether or not he has formal education, I don’t know but I do know that he is learned. Some weeks ago I said something to him and he suggested it was a double entendre.
I have tried in vain to find out where he lives. I get the impression that he lives somewhere in the Sandymount area of Dublin. Does he live ‘rough’? I’m inclined to think he does. Any attempt on my part to find out where he lives or an effort to make a suggestion that I call on someone who might be able to help is strenuously turned down. He’ll have none of it.
On one occasion I did contact the Peter McVerry Trust. They were most helpful but as long as Jack does not want help there is little anyone can do.
Jack has a lovely smile, something really roguish about it. It’s clear he likes me and I certainly like him.
Some days I give him a few cent, never more than €5. On Thursdays he tells me: “no money today Michael”. It’s the day he gets his social welfare payment.
When he has a few bob to spare it seems he puts a euro on a horse. No more.
In the first days of his imprisonment I was wondering where he had gone. Eventually I tracked him down. I missed him when he was locked up.
Any morning there is no sign of his bicycle or of him I genuinely feel a little sad.
What at all is he going to do in the cold wet weather of winter?
Jack is a kind man. And he’s so enjoying his tin whistle. He tells me he is teaching himself.
I’m saying it more and more: it’s a funny-old-world.
Meeting Jack is a lovely start to the day.
Monday, November 9, 2015
Berlin
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Colours at Bohernabreena
Michael Paul Gallagher SJ
The church and its systemic misuse of the widow's mite
The money, the resources the church wastes is simply scandalous.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Is 'hypocrite footprint' stamped in our DNA?
Michael Commane
Men in long robes walking about, expecting to be greeted respectfully in the market place. They take the front seats at banquets. And they blather on with long prayers. Their own glorification appears to be uppermost.
Can't you imagine them? And here, I’m paraphrasing what Jesus tells his listeners. These days the majority don't wear flowing robes and they probably don't go on with long prayers. But does anything ever change?
People in power, people with control, people telling others how they should live their lives. So often it's done in the name of God, in the name of the people, in the name of the State. Details may vary but the story never changes.
In tomorrow's Gospel (Mk 12: 38 - 44) Mark tells us how Jesus cast scorn on the men in long robes, who pontificate with show-prayers. Jesus compares that nonsense with the poor widow who comes along quietly, no fuss, no fanfare, and puts her hard-earned few cent into the treasury box. Jesus is comparing the spoofer, the hypocrite with the genuine decent person. It's sad to see how she is fooled by the ruling elite.
When I taught Hamlet in post primary schools, it was always interesting to see how the students could not abide any hints of hypocrisy in the play. They were appalled with anything and everything to do with double standards, dishonesty, saying one thing and then doing something else. All are aspects of the one thing - hypocrisy.
Is there something about the human psyche that there is a 'hypocrite' footprint stamped in our DNA? It would seem that younger people are far less inclined to be hypocritical than their older peers.
Take any aspect of modern living and one does not have to dig too deep to see hypocrisy at play.
In the current Syrian crisis there are more refugees living in Istanbul than there are in the entire European Union. And Europe is up in arms, screaming and roaring, saying that we can't cope with such numbers crossing EU borders. Has there been a word about the manufacturers of the bombs that are being daily dropped on the Syrian people? Who makes the guns and mortars? Some of those involved in the arms trade may well be criticising the world powers for not settling the crisis in Syria. And then all those who shout and scream in anger at the fleeing Syrians.
It's stomach-turning to hear the wealthy and elite classes advising the poor to tighten their belts - something that has left a deep mark on the Irish political landscape.
One might hope that hypocrisy would be anathema to ministers of religion in the various faith traditions. Not at all. Indeed, maybe they are the expert hypocrites. Isn't that exactly what Jesus is telling his listeners? Is it not hypocrisy that has annoyed so many ordinary people in the churches - people so similar to the widow who gives her few bob and then to discover all sorts of lies, double-dealing, hypocrisy, when it comes to the institutional churches?
It might well be a good idea for all of us to read tomorrow's Gospel carefully and listen attentively to what is being said. It would appear none of us is immune to hypocrisy. Maybe if we had the good sense and – indeed grace – to put ourselves in the shoes of the other person we would be far slower to say one thing and do another.
And it seems that those with power and control are far more susceptible to acts of hypocrisy than the rest of society. What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
At least so thought Jesus and Shakespeare.
Friday, November 6, 2015
Faulty seals - nothing done
Spiegel reports abuse case of former German bishop
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Shane Filan tees off Concern Worldwide 24-hour Fast
What sort of management can behave in such a manner?
Illiberal theology
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
What at all is truth?
Thirteenth anniversary of the death of John O'Gorman
John O’Gorman stood out as a shining light. Most of all he was a man of absolute integrity, but he was also endowed with brilliant intelligence. After priestly ordination he studied postgraduate theology in Rome and remained at the Irish Dominican community in San Clemente as bursar.
He spoke Italian like a Roman – or so said his neighbours on the Via Labicana. But he was not happy with Rome and the Roman scene. His first love was always science and mathematics. He began postgraduate work in maths while still in Rome. Father J.M. Heuston, a brother of John Heuston of 1916 fame, himself a fine mathematician, admitted that he had never before met someone with such mathematical talent. John came home to Ireland in 1976, moved to the Dominican Community at Newbridge and did his H.Dip at Maynooth. Without any formal degree in mathematics, he blazed a trail of brilliance through Newbridge College. Students seeming destined to produce average turned in spectacular performances.
By the time of his last year at the school, there were two streams in sixth year doing Higher Level Maths in the Leaving Cert. But John was also there for the not-so-clever. Anyone who sat at his feet in Newbridge will remember him as a brilliant and fair teacher. John was endowed with both a practical and speculative intelligence.
In the early 1980s he began to develop an interest in Computer Science and did a Ph.D, in computing at the University of Limerick. This led to a career in lecturing at the college, a job he greatly loved. He is the author of two books on computing and was in the process of publishing a third.
He was meticulous in everything he did. While mathematics and teaching were his first love there were other sides to this faithful son of St Dominick. He walked every by-road of Ireland, climbed to the top of every mountain and had a knowledge of roads, rivers and mountains that was simply breathtaking.
John also took his theology seriously, had a profound knowledge of the Bible, and was familiar with modern theological thinking. But he was never at home with his priesthood. In the mid-1980s he requested permission to resign from priesthood while remaining a Dominican. The Order granted his request.
Most of all John was a dear friend, someone who was always there to give the best of advice and help. He had absolutely no time for show or pretension and lived the simplest of lives. He never lost his Blarney Street accent. He carried his intelligence easily and never used it as a tool to lord it over anyone.
Above all, any signs of obfuscation annoyed him intensely. He had little time for people in authority who attempted to take short-cuts and he had no mercy for Dominican superiors whom he felt were not living up to their responsibility. He was a member of the provincial council of the Irish Dominicans and took his responsibility very seriously.
He was a true democrat, moulded by the constitutions of the Order, so when he felt superiors or communities were lack-lustre living out their calling to St Dominic, he had no hesitation in letting people know his views. He was in some ways a private man but was always there for his friends and he would go to any distance to help and support.
John was a physically fit man who could walk up to 20 miles a day. He took good care of himself. Yet he died in his room in the Dominican Community in Limerick on the evening of Sunday, November 3rd of a massive heart attack.
He is survived by his brother Andrew, sister-in-law Emer, niece Fiona, nephews Rory and Mark, and his Dominican brothers. I have lost a dear friend. May he rest in peace.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Bertie charms his audience
Below is this week's INM Irish regional newspapers' column.
Michael Commane
Monday, November 2, 2015
Poor PR work at Volkswagen
Schabowski dies in Berlin
Jäger volunteered to work as a border guard and later attended the University of State Security in Potsdam. His final thesis to graduate before attaining the rank of major in 1981 had the following title: "The Education of specialist forces, security and counter-terrorism in the border customs offices of the Customs Administration of the GDR as a prerequisite for targeted and differentiated inclusion of the members of the customs administration of the GDR in the system of counter-terrorism at the border crossing points of the GDR."
Sunday, November 1, 2015
There's a freedom about being open and truthful
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