IRISH QUOTE FOR THE MONTH

With whitened hair, desires failing, strength ebbing out of him, with the sun gone down and with only the serenity and the calm warning of the evening star left to him, he drank to Life, to all it had been, to what it was, to what it would be. Hurrah!

                                                            Sean O'Casey (1880-1964)

WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING

An elderly woman died last month. Having never married, she
 requested no male pallbearers. In her handwritten instructions for her memorial service, she wrote, "They wouldn't take me out while
 I was alive, I don't want them to take me out when I'm dead."

 

Father Michael O'Connor tells of the Sunday after Mass when he was approached by one of his elderly parishioners. "Oh Father, says she, "you'll never know what your homily meant to me. It was just like water to a drowning man!"

 

A teacher was testing the children in her Sunday school class to see if they understood the concept of getting into heaven. She asked them, "If I sold my house and my car, had a big rummage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into Heaven?" "NO!" the children answered. "If I cleaned the church every day, cut the grass, and kept everything tidy, would that get me into Heaven?" Again, the answer was, "NO!" By now the teacher was starting to smile - this was fun! "Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave sweets to all the children, and loved my husband, would that get me into Heaven?" Again, they all answered, "NO!" Bursting with pride for them, the teacher continued: "So, how can I get into Heaven?" Five-year-old Sean shouted out, "YOU HAVE TO BE DEAD."