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Bishop William Crean

15 October 2026

Bishop William Crean greeting Bishop Petro Loza, Diocese of Sokal - Zhovkva

Bishop Petro Loza visited the Cloyne Diocesan Centre, Cobh on the 14th October 2026, to renew Fr. Roman Biletskyy's contract in the Diocese of Cloyne

Fr. Roman is currently ministering as Curate in the parishes of Fermoy, Kilworth and Araglin in the Diocese of Cloyne

Bishop William Crean greeting Bishop Petro Loza

Raising Hope

Caring for Our Common Hope together

In the midst of environmental crises, how can parish communities care more deeply for God's creation? Join us for a day to equip yourself and your parish community to walk more gently on the earth, with dynamic speakers, practical workshops and a 'marketplace' of support

Saturday, 21st November 2026
From 10am to 4pm
Clayton Hotel Silver Springs
Tivoli, Cork, T23 E244

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Suggested donation of €10 on the day

"God has written a precious book, whose letters are the multitude of created things present in the universe."
Pope Francis, Laudato Si', 85

Laudato Si' Conference

07 October 2026

February
Mitchelstown - Tuesday 9th
Ballyhea and Ballyclough - Thursday 11th
Castletownroche - Tuesday 23rd
Conna - Thursday 25th

March
Aghada - Thursday 4th
Imogeela - Tuesday 9th
Midleton - Wednesday 10th
Cobh - Thursday 11th
Killeagh - Tuesday 16th

Confirmation Dates 2027

BEHOLD I AM DOING A NEW THING
Says the Lord (Isaiah 42:19)

My friends,

This is the theme that has inspired our prayer and dialogue across the diocese over this past while. It reflects our desire to be attentive to the Lord’s invitation to change and adjust together to the new circumstances in which we find ourselves. It calls for a generosity of spirit on all our part, people and priests to create altered ways of sustaining one another in faith and life. While we are continually inspired by the deep roots of our Catholic tradition, we willingly embrace the challenge of adjusting our parish patterns to work more effectively with one another.

We thank all those taking up new appointments, lay people and clergy. We are ever indebted to all who quietly and generously give of themselves to ministry in their parish. We pray for one another, for a fresh outpouring of mutual service to one another in these turbulent times.

The following appointments will be effective from 12 Noon Saturday 12th September.

Very Rev. Anthony Wickham P.P. Newtownshandrum to retire and become Pastor Emeritus (P.E)
Very Rev. Michael Fitzgerald P.P. Blarney to take Sabbatical Leave
Very Rev. Canon Donal O’Mahony P.P. Charleville to continue as P.P. Charleville and also to be Administrator of Newtownshandrum
Very Rev. Eugene Baker P.P. of Buttevant and Adm of Churchtown- Liscarroll to be P.P. of Blarney
Very Rev. Christopher Donlon P.P. of Ballymacoda and Ladysbridge to be P.P. of Buttevant and Adm of Churchtown - Liscarroll
Very Rev. Tom McDermott Adm. Cobh to be P.P. of Milford
Rev. Mark Hehir C.C. Midleton to be P.P. of Ballymacoda and Ladysbridge
Rev. Gerard Cremin C.C. Cobh to be Administrator of Cobh
Rev. Damien Lynch C.C. Mallow to be C.C. Midleton
Rev. Micah Kibet Kemboi, Diocese of Kitale, Kenya to be C.C. Mallow
Rev. Tiernan Burke C.C. Youghal pro-tem, to be C.C. Cobh
Deacon Garrett Cody to serve as Co-ordinator of Support to PASTORAL AREAS

Yours sincerely,

+ William Crean

Bishop of Cloyne

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All Souls

2 Maccabees 12:43-46: The glorious reward that awaits those who die in the faith of God.
Romans 8:31b-35, 37-39: Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
John 11:17-27: I am the Resurrection and the Life.
Some time ago, in the copious Read More

Coram Fratribus

All Saints

Revelation 7.2-14: A huge number, impossible to count.
1 John 3.1-3: We shall see him as he is.
Matthew 5.1-12: Blessed are the meek.
In shop windows around town you see phosphorously luminous skeletons. Last night, crossing the Old Town Bridge, I met Read More

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Conversation with Vittoria Prisciandaro

On your website there is a meditation on the role of the Church in today’s Europe. Your country has a shared frontier with Russia. What is the role of the Christian churches in the present geopolitical context, amidst raging wars Read More

Coram Fratribus

All Souls 2 Maccabees 12:43-46: The glorious reward that awaits those who die in the faith of God.
Romans 8:31b-35, 37-39: Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
John 11:17-27: I am the Resurrection and the Life.
Some time ago, in the copious archives of Norway’s state broadcasting agency, I found a programme called Reflections on Doubt and Faith from 1969. Haagen Ringnes converses with Fr Hallvard Rieber-Mohn OP, among others things about death.
‘Death’, says the learned Dominican, ‘is a kind of taboo in our education, our conversation, our society.’ He cites Paul Tillich, said to have said that ‘death is for the people of our time what sex was in the Victorian age: it is there, but no one talks about it.’
‘We have’, he goes on, ‘a variety of indirect ways of ridding our lives of death, such as our frenetic worship of youth as the real time of life, to be prolonged artificially; then we have the marginalisation from society of the aged.’ He asks, ‘Can it be right to rob the full human register of the extremely valuable contribution made manifest by life’s final phase?’
There is much, here, to chew on to this day.
What really struck me, though, was the final remark of Rieber-Mohn, in his day a much-respected preacher:
We who lay claim to being such realists, who demand to have everything served uncensored, to know all, to try perversity and drugs and I don’t know what else – we suddenly become, when it comes to death, deeply mendacious. Death is not comme il faut. Death is not fit for polite society. Yet it is the surest thing we know about our future.
To think that half a century ago one could sit and talk like that on primetime Norwegian TV.
I hardly think we’ve become much more truthful since.
We still pretend that death isn’t there. It is wrapped up in euphemisms. And if the truth be told, what else should people do, if they think of death as a brick wall against which they’re bound, one day, to hurl themselves?
What a task, then, is ours, yours and mine! To us has been entrusted the message that death isn’t a wall, but an open door; that we are not, at the end of our earthly life, annihilated; that our essential self is called to immortality; that the choices we make here and now have eternal significance.
‘I am the Resurrection and the Life’, says our Lord Jesus Christ. To believe in him is to live in him, to exist on new terms. Then ‘neither things present nor things to come’ are the stuff of definitive anxiety. We live in a blessed hope that is not obliged to avert its gaze from death. Instead we can look death in the eye and recognise, not a faceless grim reaper, but, as St Francis put it, ‘sora nostra morte corporale’, ‘embodied death, our sister’.
Death is no laughing matter, certainly; but neither is there any reason to suppress it silently. Quite the contrary.
If we ourselves lack words to speak about death, the Church, our Mother, gives us words. The prayers in our Missal’s Requiem masses are among the loveliest that exist. In addition, we have the Church’s own compositions and prayers, not least the magnificent Dies irae we have just sung. The text is ascribed to Tommaso da Celano, one of St Francis’s companions and his first biographer. Thank God it has always kept its place as a matter of course in our Norwegian Catholic Prayer Book.
If this text is looked on askance in certain quarters, it is because it speaks so clearly of the judgement that awaits it. We don’t like the thought of being judged, we who’ve more or less abandoned tests even from school. What we like is to be affirmed.
But should this, be the culmination of life’s mystery: the realisation that nothing ultimately matters, that good remains acknowledged, evil uncondemned?
Life, after all, is a serious business; if life goes on after death, it is only natural that we happen on seriousness there, too.
The Dies irae gives voice to natural fear. It is good to express what we’re afraid of, to confess, as we do at each Mass, that we have failed to live up to the standard to which we are held; but that we nonetheless dare to hope for mercy. The Judge before whom we shall stand is no bureaucratic official. He is just, but also merciful. He placed our burden on his shoulders, and declared, ‘I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners’. The Shepherd who awaits us at the gate is the Lamb of God.
The core of the Dies irae is not the doomsday trumpets that resound majestically in Verdi’s or Mozart’s sublime renderings. It is the two stanzas that appear right in the middle of the poem, like hinges on which the drama turns. Allow me to remind you of them:
Recordare, Iesu pie/Quod sum causa tuæ viæ:/Ne me perdas illa die./Quærens me, sedisti lassus/Redemisti Crucem passus/Tantus labor non sit cassus.
Ah! If only our modern languages allowed such pregnant expression.
We have to be content with paraphrase, but at least we should try to make it exact. The first stanza sounds like this: ‘Remember, kind Jesus, that you directed your path [to our earth] for my sake; on that day, do not lose hold of me!’ We are, each of us, permitted to pray in this way; indeed, we have to pray like this if we take the Gospel seriously. For our Lord would have accomplished his work of salvation for you, for me, alone.
This insight is expressed in the second of the two central stanzas. We identify ourselves with the woman at the well in St John’s Gospel, the ostracised one who went to fetch water in the heat of midday to avoid the company of scorners. The text goes: ‘Seeking me, you sat exhausted; me you redeemed when you suffered the Cross: let not such great work be in vain!’
No, the Lord will not let that be the case. Let us, too, make sure it will not be the case.
Today we pray for all our beloved dead, and for the dead whom no one remembers. At the same time we focus our attention on the day on which we shall leave this world. None of us knows whether the time we have left is long or short. What we know is that Christ’s eternal justice and mercy await us. Let us live through him, with him in such a way that, when the hour comes, we can die in him, in peace and confidence, with gratitude in our hearts.
Amen.
All Souls: a ray of fiery light over our lives as gloriously illumining as a November sunrise in Trondheim.

Coram Fratribus

All Saints Revelation 7.2-14: A huge number, impossible to count.
1 John 3.1-3: We shall see him as he is.
Matthew 5.1-12: Blessed are the meek.
In shop windows around town you see phosphorously luminous skeletons. Last night, crossing the Old Town Bridge, I met a lady on a bike who was wearing a skull-mask — apart from that she seemed nice enough. At the airport in Tromsø, the plastic polar bear by the baggage claim has been lumbered with a humiliating witch’s hat, poor fellow. Well, that’s Halloween for you.
What is Halloween? The answer will depend on whether you approach the question pragmatically or theologically.
Pragmatically, Halloween is a shop-keepers’ project, introduced to this country not so long ago — I’d say a couple of decades? The second half of October is a poor season for trade, lying between the autumn sales and the Christmas hysteria. American movies had familiarised us with dressed-up kids roaming about on 31 October asking treats while threatening tricks. That seemed a good opportunity to sell all sorts of nonsense. So marketing began. We needn’t get too exercised by this banal aspect of Halloween. But neither should we yield to it. We can use it creatively for our own purposes, the way the children of our parish do when they dress up as saints rather wraiths. They have at least as much fun as their peers. I dare say they’ll not have been short of treats either.
Theologically speaking, modern Halloween is much more complex, potentially much more sinister. The word ‘Halloween’ designates, of course, ‘the Eve of All Hallows’, that is, All Saints. Since the ninth century, the century of Charlemagne, when Norwegians awoke from corporate slumber and set out self-consciously, often unkindly, to face the world, when ‘Norvegr’, meaning ‘Way to the North’, became an established term, the Church has kept 1 November as All Saints Day. Already back then there was a large number of proclaimed saints, of course, but the canonised women and men the Church presents as Christian exemplars, sure that they now rejoice eternally before God, are but a fraction of the heavenly host we hope we ourselves may join once we’ve made our way through the hour of our death. When John caught a glimpse of this reality he saw, as we have heard him write, ‘a multitude that could not be numbered’. All Saints Day was instituted as a way of honouring this immense assembly; and to remind the faithful that the Church militant, still struggling among earthly constrains, and the Church triumphant, singing God’s heavenly praises, is a single reality. Faith builds a bridge from time into eternity. It shows us that death is not final.
All Saints Day is inextricably linked to All Souls Day, which we keep tomorrow. God wishes all people to be saved (1 Tim 2.4). That affirmation is Biblical and fundamental. God does not impose his saving will on anyone, however. We are free to resist it. It is possible to be eternally lost. It pertains to our human responsibility that we can burp God in the face and say No! to his grace.
Let’s make sure we don’t do that. Let’s be reconciled to God and to each other, renouncing all bitterness and anger. God bids us be bearers of peace who live by the Beatitudes, the royal path to heaven.
Even after a good life, a life oriented towards the divine, we may not be immediately ready to enter God’s tremendous Reality. Scripture uses the image of gold that needs to be purified of dross. Cleansing fire is needed, not to punish us, but to let us appear as we truly are: as beings created in God’s image to be like God, aflame with his glory.
‘Purgatory’ is the name we give the condition in which, when there is need, we are purified after pilgrimaging through earth’s dust. Purgatory is a place of mercy marked by joy, the way we rejoice when a white blouse, marred by ketchup stains, returns pristine after a round through the washing machine, ready to be ironed and adorned again with a brooch of gold.
This is the mystery towards which we raise out hearts on All Souls Day. We pray for all the dead, those we have known and those otherwise forgotten, who synodally are getting ready to see God face to face while the angels cry out, ‘Alleluia!’. We ask them to intercede for our own Christian progress.
On these days, then, on 1 and 2 November, we contemplate our present existence in the perspective of eternity. We remind ourselves that our life proceeds towards a goal. God wishes that goal to be blessed. Do we wish it, too, or do we choose darkness rather than light? The original purpose of Halloween was to help people ask that question, so that they might keep the Church’s feasts lucidly.
When faith began to wane in the West, the heavenly sheen retreated from Halloween. Once people no longer admit belief in God’s eternity, the only form of death-defiance they can imagine is that of the restless, lugubrious passage of ghosts through the world, as if there were nothing beyond it. A celebration once life-affirming turned, emptied of Christian content, into a magnet for the sombre powers of death.
Witches entered the picture, and wolves. At midnight yesterday I was awakened by an uncanny, and rather large, chorus of voices uniting in a wolf call. In Trondheim!
Halloween the way it is now is proof that apostasy from faith does not result in atheism; it generates superstition. It is vital, then, that we who have been gifted with faith represent that faith credibly.
We can’t be content merely to moan about Halloween’s excesses; we must use them to bear witness to Christ’s victory over death, to the dignity of man, called to share in God’s nature. Wolves may howl, but the music of the spheres will silence them. The last word in this world is not a baying of despair but a many-voiced symphony of love that bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. That’s what we’ll tune our lives by.
Amen.
What a gruesome and ridiculous parody all this stuff is. Image from the advert of a Norwegian chain of shops with the heading “Everything you need for Halloween – costumes, decorations, candy, and recipes”.

Coram Fratribus

Conversation with Vittoria Prisciandaro On your website there is a meditation on the role of the Church in today’s Europe. Your country has a shared frontier with Russia. What is the role of the Christian churches in the present geopolitical context, amidst raging wars and the progress of rightwing nationalisms?
To put forward the teaching of Jesus Christ as a possible foundation of the social covenant even in the complex reality of modern society; to pinpoint and articulate the causes of those frustrations that cause a hardening of the political climate, not being content simply to stand aloof in complaint; to keep the right balance between a healthy love of one’s own county and to be aware of a global order, which confers both privileges and obligations.
We hear it said: ‘We Europeans must defend ourselves’. But what is there to defend?
The rhetoric about the defence of Europe, which often evokes supposedly intrinsic ‘values’, is complex, for there is no real consensus about what Europe signifies. The history of Europe has in large part been forgotten. One of the chief ills of our time is cultural and historical amnesia. As Christians we need to be watchful of any attempt to instrumentalise the faith to cynical ends. At the same time we must find the means and occasions to speak constructively about the Christian orientation that has formed Europe. It is an urgent taks to propose a coherent answer to the question you pose. More is needed to consolidate the continent than treaties on trade and taxes, important though these are.
Why is beer ‘a neglected theological symbol’?
That observation comes from a speech I gave at the inauguration of the new brewery of our monastery in 2017. I referred to the humble simplicity of the elements that make up any beer: water and yeast, malt and hops. None of these elements is especially remarkable in isolation. But when you put them together in a favourable environment following a well thought-out recipe, their interaction enables the maturing of a new reality that is nourishing and spirited. In this sense the process of making a truly excellent beer seems to me a legitimate metaphor for the formation of communities within the Church.
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You can read the whole text of the interview, conducted in Italian, here.
Statue of Charlemagne in the Grossmünster in Zürich, though he may not have looked exactly like that.

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Looking at Hats Of the many nice things I saw in the Albertina’s Batliner Collection last week, this canvas by Macke particularly struck me. It has a playful character. You feel voyeurish at first, looking at a woman who looks at something she craves; but since the objects of her desire are hats you think, ‘Oh well’, and keep looking. The composition is exquisite, the colours perfectly balanced. What is really marvellous, though, is the way the window-shopper is both separate from and one with what she looks at. ‘Where your treasure is, there your heart’ – that is, your deepest self – ‘will be also’. I thought of that verse before this painting. Herbert and Rita Batliner gave their collection of paintings to the Albertina on a permanent loan in 2007. Unless there are several versions about, I presume they got their Macke from Christie’s, in which case it will have set them back half a million pounds or so. It is quite a thing to make that sort of investment, then to make your purchase available to the public. There’s a heart/treasure dynamic there, too. Ilse Erdmann, writing to Rilke about Macke’s painting, thought it an image of transience. I rather think there’s a kind of stability in it.

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Misappropriation It’s a feature of our time that, turning on the radio while getting the breakfast things out, you might hear terms such as ‘Palantir’, ‘Istar’, ‘Mordor’ and ‘orcs’ on the morning news. They are borrowings from Tolkien, extracted from the coherently imagined universe of The Lord of the Rings, applied haphazardly to strategic policies that make us afraid. Are such borrowings legitimate? In a carefully argued essay published a few months ago, Professor Giuseppe Pezzini argues that, more often than not, they are not: ‘This appropriation of Tolkien rests on both misunderstanding and manipulation.’ Tolkien’s epic envisages the destruction of Sauron’s Ring of Power by the guileless hobbit Frodo. Today’s Tolkien enthusiasts seek to be ring-wielders, enamoured of the ring’s promise to assure ‘invisibility, control over other minds, and the prolongation of life’. They resemble Tolkien’s Saruman, whose epithet ‘the Wise’ is ironic. Saruman affirms: ‘We must have power, power to order all things as we will’. Seeing this tendency at work in post-war reconstruction, Tolkien declared in a 1958 speech, ‘Saruman has many descendants.’ He noted, ‘We hobbits have against them no magic weapons’, yet proposed a toast ‘To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.’ Pezzini’s text synthesises literary criticism and political commentary with the wisdom, not of Sarumanic calculation, but of the Shires.

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