Watching the prophetic Fr Peter McVerry, who has devoted his life to work with the homeless, on RTE last night, made depressing viewing. As homelessness on the streets of Dublin increases, all the civil servant interviewed on the programme could respond was that a review was taking place.
Homelessness is part of a litany of government failures, much of the boasted wealth of the country seems mysteriously to have evaporated.
The HSE who cannot find funds to get people off the streets have also cut back on long-term care beds …
The Church of Ireland ran a major appeal during Lent, The Body of Christ Has AIDS. The title drew upon Saint Paul’s words that “we, though many, are one body”. Apart from some people misunderstanding the title, the campaign went well and the indications are that a large sum of money has been raised, money that will be used in sub-Saharan Africa on HIV/AIDS projects with a strong educational and information focus.
Looking again at an FT story from the weekend, I wonder what impact we might have had with …
Recycled material from the blog is providing the Sunday thoughts for East Coast, a local radio station, for the next four Sundays. Here are the third and fourth:
When I was a kid, my asthma was so bad that I was sent to a special school in the south-west of England. Deep inside Dartmoor National Park it was boarding school three miles from the nearest village.
The school’s answer to poor health was exercise: exercise, exercise and more exercise. There were exercises outside every morning, cross country runs, …
Clergy are experts at recycling. Why tell people something once when you can reuse the material and tell them the same thing three times? Recycled material from the blog is providing the Sunday thoughts for East Coast, a local radio station, for the next four Sundays. Here are the first two;
Sunday, May 4th
Our son is seventeen now. He still has in his room a white toy mouse called Cheezer, which he was given when he was seven. I was alarmed one morning when I spotted the much loved …
“The light has gone flat”, said the instructor.
Was that what he said?
One woman took off her wrap-around goggles and slipped a different pair from an inside jacket pocket – going from black to orange.
It was beyond me.
A companion explained that the flat light meant it was much harder to spot bumps and dips and, as a consequence, easier to misjudge a slope and fall.
“A good thing we don’t ski in Ireland”, I thought, “the flat light would have all of us in A & E”.…
Discussion of Samuel Beckett’s First Love at the parish book club prompted a revisiting of Waiting for Godot and, tangentially, a rereading of the full text of Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead.
Guildenstern speculations on chance and probability include a reflection on the rationalization of the abnormal,
A man breaking his journey between one place and another at a third place of no name, character, population or significance, sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for mystical encounters of