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, 01 April 2020 16:17

The Fox’s Den and Mama-Hen

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The Chicken Licken story comes often to mind these days. In the States I think he’s called Chicken Little, or maybe it’s Henny Penny. It doesn’t really matter. We all know the story. An acorn fell on his head and he went into a panic, flapping around the place, and squawking that the sky was falling, the world was ending. He ran into Lucky Ducky, Lucy Goosey, Turkey Lurkey and several others, infecting them all with his panic, so now you had a whole troop of hysterical and highly edible little animals running around the place screeching, “The sky is falling, the sky is falling, the world is ending!” Eventually, they ran into Foxy Loxy, who listened to them with deep concern and compassion. He invited them to take refuge in his den. Nice guy, Foxy Loxy. 

Saturday, 01 February 2020 07:46

A Poor Sinner

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Have pity on me, Lord, I am a poor sinner. 

Saturday, 21 December 2019 15:52

First Holy Communion Season

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    Every year our temples are invaded by numerous crowds of non-believers. We could call it, "the annual invasion of the atheists." 

Monday, 11 November 2019 15:08

Guardians of the Youth

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A young mother recently told me a story about her five year-old daughter. The little girl was reading a children's book with colorful pictures about dinosaurs. She asked, "Mom, is there like a zoo or something where we can go and see the dinosaurs?" Her mother laughed and said, "No, honey, dinosaurs are extinct." "Extinct, what does that mean?" "It means they're gone, they're dead, they all died." "What does dead mean?" "Well, it means you stop breathing, you die; all animals stop living at some point, they die." "Us, too?" "Yes, us too." "What happens then?" "We get buried in the ground and covered by earth." "Ah, okay." The little girl went on playing happily as if nothing had happened. 

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. 

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