Fr. Eamon Sweeney has served Saint Patrick’s parish for twenty five years. He celebrated his final mass in the parish on Tuesday 29th September. At the end of mass he said his goodbye to the parishioners. Also retiring were the Pastoral Assistant, Sister Moira Duffy and his housekeeper Kathleen. Sister Moira Duffy and Fr. Sweeney made a video where they recall some of the events of their time in Saint Patrick’s. You can view that video here
I was sitting in a cafe in Assisi last week when I noticed some schoolchildren having a drink of water from the drinking fountain nearby. They were having fun. See for yourself.
It’s only water but makes so much fun.
Charlie Brooker has summed up the confusion and hopelessness people are feeling today. Nothing seems to make sense. What is really going on and who is controlling it?
Watch his video here or on Youtube.
Now, are you beginning to see what it is all about? Yess – power and money. Cui Bono? Follow the money.
It’s fifty years ago tonight, I still remember it vividly. I was sitting watching TV with my Grandfather. The newsflash came on – a shooting in Dallas – President Kennedy has been shot.
Then the news that he was dead. How could this be? He was a hero to us teenagers. He challenged us to be better and to look to the service of others. Why would anyone kill him?
That was the end of my innocence. I saw the world differently; there are evil people there – in our own societies – not just behind the Iron Curtain. I saw this video and felt I had to share it. It encapsulates some of the things I feel about Kennedy and the effects of Faith.
Please share this with others you think would reflect on those events – is it really fifty years?
I watched John Pilger’s film ‘Utopia’ at the Glasgow Film Theatre last Monday. It was a shocking experience. Pilger exposes the latent racism that lies behind Australia’s facade of forward looking western values.
In it he shows examples of systematic abuse of the remaining aborigine residents of this bright country. He uncovers government lies and propaganda that hide the squalid living conditions endured by these people amid claims that everythung is being done to help them.
He quotes Australians who claim that if the same treatment had been dealt out by the white South African Government’s Apartheid regime then the world would have cried out in horror. But in Australia this treatment is ignored and the world does nothing. Is Australia the new Apartheid?
Watch this film and wonder.
I had a class to take yesterday (Thursday 4th) and it was such a beautiful morning I decided to take my camcorder and record my stroll through the park. I get the train to Charing Cross (Glasgow) and walk through Kelvingrove park to the university. It is so pleasant I felt I had to share it.
I held the camera in my hand as I strolled through and, of course, the video is bumpy as I walk. I used the YouTube skake corrector which steadies the picture. I didn’t realise the side effect. As I pass near to stationary objects they seem to be alive, bouncing like objects in a Pixar cartoon.
I kept it like that because I think it’s funny and adds something to my walk. Have a look and see what you think. I’d be interested to know.
Glasgow is really a beautiful city. I love the old buildings and the open spaces. It has a sense of history for me and I know many visitors enjoy the same feeling as they walk around.
Enjoy your mornings. Enjoy today.
I met an American pilot on my walk through northern Spain earlier this year when I attempted the Camino. His name was Ray King and on our walk together he told me about his hobby – geochaching, following clues to find a hidden container. It’s a bit of walking in the fresh air and solving puzzles.
I’ve started to search for local caches and chalked up my first one. Ray told me about some really ingenious hidden containers. I hope to find some really tricky ones – just for the joy of solving a puzzle. I found this video which shows some really fancy caches. Have a look and see if it inspires you.
And, if you find Ray King on your travels, pass on my regards; I lost touch on the road.