Random Reflections

fr.colum1Colum Power

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Fr. Colum Power, born in Cork, Ireland, in 1965, is a Servant Priest of the Home of the Mother. He obtained a Master's degree in literature in 1991 and a doctorate in the History of the Church in 2013. He is author of A Touch of the Gardener's Hand, Honey from the Lion's Carcass, and James Joyce's Catholic Categories. He devotes his time to apostolic activities for the youth organized by the Servant Brothers of the Home of the Mother.

Wednesday, 26 June 2019 17:44

Unconditional Love

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I once heard a priest give this response to the scandals that have occurred in the Church: he asked us if we wanted to be followers of Judas Iscariot the betrayer, or followers of Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, our Crucified Saviour. He asked us if it was logical to use the betrayal of Judas as an excuse to “justify” our own betrayal, or if it should rather impel us to be even more faithful to the God who was handed over with a kiss for thirty pieces of silver. It was a very good question. Judas Iscariot was one of the chosen twelve, but he was unfaithful to the One who chose him. He sold Him out for thirty pieces of silver. Jesus said of him: “It would have been better for that man if he had never been born” (Mt. 26, 24). Strong language? Yes it is, but these are the words of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, second Person of the Most Holy Trinity. We must ask ourselves: “Am I a follower of Judas the betrayer, or a follower of the betrayed Christ? How am I responding to the grace of my baptism?”. God will surely judge Judas for his sins, but He will just as surely judge me for mine. 

Wednesday, 02 January 2019 07:54

New Year, Nothing New

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    A novel by the Irish writer Samuel Beckett begins with this sentence: "The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new." The sentence is a neat introduction into the novel that follows, and into much of Beckett's work, including his famous Waiting for Godot. A similar spirit permeates the novels of Franz Kafka and Albert Camus, for example, two other champions of the postmodern mood. That mood can best be described by one word: fatigue. 

Friday, 26 October 2018 15:35

St. Monica and St. Augustine

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In the first year of seminary studies I had a professor named Don Jaime. That would be something like Professor James in English, but I'll just call him Don Jaime (pronounced Hi-may). 

Don Jaime had a tough reputation. He was an Augustinian priest and he gave us classes in Logic, Ancient Philosophy, and Modern Philosophy; three important subjects. If you arrived late for class the door was locked. He asked questions in class, and woe to you if you didn't have an answer. When he called you out to the blackboard to solve a mathematical problem during Logic classes, you sweated. 

Tuesday, 05 June 2018 00:03

Priorities in Love

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Children must be taught to love God more than they love Mom and Dad. I mentioned this in a homily recently. It provoked shocked faces and angry voices. I responded by quoting Jesus, "Anyone who loves mother or father more than Me is not worthy of Me" (Mt 10:37). People looked confused, and still angry. I gave an example.

Friday, 27 April 2018 06:34

Lessons from the Latrine

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Jesus said, "What enters the mouth passes to the stomach and is expelled in the latrine." It's the Word of God. Our Lord is not squeamish about telling it like it is, in any context. I quote His words by way of preparation for an anecdote related to toilets.

Friday, 16 March 2018 06:00

Glory and Vainglory

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Cardinal Seán O'Malley of Boston, United States, has a special affection and concern for immigrants. When he was a young priest, a man came to him in tears with a letter from his wife in his hands. In the letter, his wife scolded him bitterly for not sending money home to help her and the children. She accused him of abandoning his family. The man was in tears. He explained to Fr. O'Malley that he had been working long hours every day and living in very poor conditions. At the end of every week he had mailed the greater portion of his weekly wages to his wife and family, and now it was clear that the money had never reached its destiny.

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