Greetings From Dungarvan

Ernest Walton (and John Cockcroft) were the first to split the atom in 1932. The rest is history. Ernest was born and raised in Dungarvan, the son of a minister.

Hallo readers, it’s Brother Burrito here, on holiday, during Lent!

I used to be a regular contributor here, of lightweight and humorous fluff pieces mostly, until mid 2015 when I took on some serious extra responsibilities in “meat-space” and had to take a sabbatical from this blog. Those burdens were not worth it: All I did was waste my talents, energy, and health in trying to achieve the impossible and evitable. Anyway, my membership as a CP&S author has not expired and so I have ventured back, as you can see.

For the last few years I have taken all my paid annual leave as a block to encompass Lent and Eastertide. I thought it might be wise to synchronise my holydays off from the profane world of paid employment, with THE Season of Grace. Let me tell you what: it works!!!

This year, after spending some time as a house-husband, supporting my wife for a change, I headed over to Ireland to attend to my grandmother’s old cottage which I inherited some years ago. Over that time, I evicted most of the spiders and woodlice, had it re-roofed and dry-lined etc. It is almost 20th century housing stock now. When funds arise, I shall really modernise it, with sensitivity I hope.

Last Sunday I went to Mass at the nearby Augustinian Friary in Dungarvan. Fr Seamus, who gave my father the last rites 12 years ago, was not presiding. Instead was the Provincial of the Irish Augustinians, his boss. His sermon started bleakly: all the friars of his Order are ageing and dying, friaries/parishes must be closed, decisions are difficult etc.

Instead of dictating a policy though, this wise and holy priest gave the members of the congregation five minutes in which to turn to their nearest neighbours and discuss why this parish should not be dissolved. As a visitor, I felt a bit awkward but took part. One other of my neighbours was also a visitor from the UK. In a speed-dating sort of way we all conflabbed and deduced that what made this particular parish great was its warmth as a community, its talented folk choir, and its long history as both. I contributed rather uselessly my observation that in recent years the liturgical abuses were much less, judging by UK standards. I got a lot of strange looks for that. I suppose it was like my attending the resuscitation of a seriously ill patient and remarking about the patient’s shoddy haircut.

Anyway, the Provincial gathered the consensus of the the people of God, by earwigging a lot I guess, and then the Mass continued as usual and I received my Transplant and Transfusion of Divine Grace, and then I returned to my usual life of moral confusion and sins-to-be-avoided, for another week. Next stop: Lunch with my long-lapsed older brother…..

[To be continued if any interest is shown…..]

About Brother Burrito

A sinner who hopes in God's Mercy, and who cannot stop smiling since realizing that Christ IS the Way , the Truth and the Life. Alleluia!
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7 Responses to Greetings From Dungarvan

  1. Your comments and blog entries here are always interesting!


  2. johnhenrycn says:

    “I suppose it was like my attending the resuscitation of a seriously ill patient and remarking about the patient’s shoddy haircut.”

    Quite an amusing simile that was!


  3. planechant2 says:

    Look forward to the next instalment. Thank you.


  4. Toad says:

    I echo the sentiments above. Nice piece Bro.
    But am a trifle puzzled by the question put by the Provincial.
    Surely it’s not an issue whether the church remain open or not – of course it should, when there are people who want to make use of it.
    But, if there are no priests left to run it – then it will close. There is no alternative – and nothing, as far as I can see, to discuss about. Maybe I’m wrong.


  5. kathleen says:

    Look forward to the next instalment – (planechant)

    Me too, BB ! You are not only a caring and dedicated doctor, you also have a noticeable talent as a captivating storyteller – that’s being Irish to the core, despite your many years living in the UK 😉.

    One tiny criticism about your story above; I hope you don’t mind… Perhaps the good priest celebrating Sunday Mass at the Augustinian Friary, the Provincial of the Order, could have left the discussion on the possibilities for the future of the parish to be till after Mass had finished… later in the hall, maybe over a cup of coffee or tea? It would have given everyone a bit more time to talk over ideas and for socialising.
    And because Holy Mass is a re-enactment of Christ’s Sacrifice on Calvary, and the Sunday sermon should be centred on the Gospel message, I believe.


  6. geoffkiernan says:

    Exactly my sentiments Kathleen. It really is astounding these days what some Priests will allow to interrupt the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. My wife witnessed a Priest interrupting Mass to answer his mobile phone. The occurred only moments after the Consecration. Is the sermon really the time to be holding conflabs,discussions etc about why the Order seems to be failing,friaries and Parishes closing…….. Hang on it just occurred to me……. the very reason the whole scene seems to be going down the plug hole is because they are doing the things they are doing. It seem to be all about them and NOT the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass…. Does anyone see just how insidious this all is??
    It seems to me that Satan is smarter than the average bear or Catholic in this case.
    No mention has been made if the Mass is the NOM of Latin Rite……Nah…. that would have nothing to do with it…


  7. geoffkiernan says:

    Just noticed BB last sentence. I trust enough interest has been shown and I look forward to more…


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