Fr. Colum Power

Fr Colm PowersFr. 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. Fr. Colum Power is author and editor of the FFA blog "Random Reflections".

Wednesday, 01 April 2020 16:17

The Fox’s Den and Mama-Hen

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

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

Saturday, 21 December 2019 15:52

First Holy Communion Season

    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

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. 

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