‘The kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went ... to hire labourers for his vineyard’ (Matthew 20: 1) ... a small vineyard in Platanes, near Rethymnon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)
Patrick Comerford
Sunday, 24 September 2017,
The Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity:
11.30 a.m.: The Parish Eucharist, Holy Trinity Church, Rathkeale, Co Limerick.
Readings: Exodus 16: 2-15; Psalm 105; Philippians 1: 21-30; Matthew 20: 1-16.
May I speak to you in the name of God, + Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.
Through this summer and early autumn, I’ve been enjoying many walks in the countryside, in Ireland, in England and in Greece. During those walks, it’s been difficult not to notice that this has been quite a good summer for farmers.
Most of us, probably, have been disappointed with the summer weather – or the lack of it. It is true, though, that every cloud has a silver lining. It may not have been a good summer for walking on the beach or making sandcastles. But, even though it’s almost two weeks until the Harvest Thanksgiving Service in Saint Mary’s Church, Askeaton [8 p.m., Friday, 6 October 2017], it has already been a good summer for those in the fields bringing in the harvest.
It seems farmers everywhere have been blessed with a good harvest. It has been a beautiful sight over these past few weeks to see those fields rich in green and golden hues, with the farmers busy baling and fetching.
I like to balance my regular walks on beaches with my walks in the countryside. And, in the last few weeks, watching the bounty in the fields and the blessings of the farmers, I could hardly resent someone else’s blessings.
A good harvest is a good example of how we can work with God in the task we have as partners in his creation, co-creators, realising the fullness of God’s creation. Realising that responsibility, taking that role seriously, depends on the creative generosity of God and on our creative labour.
And bread and wine provide perfect examples of that co-operation between God’s creative generosity and the rewards that come with human labour.
The seed is planted in the field. But without the sunshine and the rain from heaven it cannot become the wheat that God plans for it. Without the farmer’s labour in the field it cannot be harvested. And without the work of human hands, the grains of wheat cannot become flour and bread.
The vine is planted in the soil, but without the sunshine and the rain from heaven it cannot grow the grapes. Without the work of the labourers in the vineyard, those grapes cannot be harvested. And without the work of human hands – or feet, as the case may be – those grapes never reach their potential for producing wine.
‘And in the morning you shall have your fill of bread’ (Exodus 16: 12) ... a variety of bread in the early morning in a bakery in Platanes near Rethymnon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)
Notice how many aspects are brought together in one: the Creator and the Creation; God and humanity; food and drink; agriculture and industry.
Food and drink – both are dependent on God’s gifts and on human labour. How appropriate it is then that they are the sacramental elements when we celebrate the Holy Communion, the Eucharist.
Throughout his earthly ministry, Christ interacts so often with people as they share these simple elements of bread and wine – meals with the disciples; meals with Zacchaeus the tax collector and Simon the Pharisee; meals with the two disciples on the road to Emmaus …
The work of the past sustains us in the food of the present and brings us the promise of the future. And so, the three Eucharistic prayers in the Book of Common Prayer, in their opening addresses to God as Father, first praise him and thank him for all his work in creation.
In some of the Eucharistic texts used in the Church of England, and in other traditions, there is an adaptation of traditional Jewish table-blessings, drawn in turn from the Bible, that says at the Taking of the Bread and the Wine:
Priest: Blessed are you Lord, God of all creation:
through your goodness we have this bread to offer,
which earth has given and human hands have made (Ecclesiastes 3: 13-14).
It will become for us the bread of life (John 6: 35).
All: Blessed be God forever (Psalm 68: 36).
Priest: Blessed are you Lord, God of all creation:
through your goodness we have this wine to offer,
fruit of the vine and work of human hands.
It will become our spiritual drink (Luke 22: 17-18).
All: Blessed be God forever (Psalm 68: 36).
[See Common Worship (Church of England), p 291.]
This has been a good summer for those in the fields bringing in the harvest ... fields of green and gold behind the rectory in Askeaton (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
God’s blessings are abundant. Even when we mumble and grumble, moan and groan, murmur and complain!
Did you notice how in the Old Testament reading this morning, the freed slaves mumble (Exodus 16: 2) against God in the wilderness, as they wish to return to the fleshpots of Egypt, in the same way as the workers who have been in the field all day murmur about those who have arrived late and been paid a full day’s wage (Matthew 20: 11).
The Greek verb γογγύζω (gongootzo) means to murmur, mutter, grumble, or to say anything against someone else in a low tone. It implies people are talking among themselves secretly as they complain and let one another know about their discontent.
In the wilderness, the people are murmuring against Moses and Aaron. But, in reality, they are mumbling and grumbling against God. And yet God answers them by showing God’s bounty and his generosity.
In the vineyard, the labourers are mumbling and murmuring about their fellow workers. But, in resenting what others have, they are murmuring and grumbling not just about what they have been given, but against the one who has given to them, the one who has been generous in abundance to others.
We live in a society where begrudgery is part and parcel of what is culturally acceptable as attitude.
It is acceptable – instead of giving thanks for what we have been given – to resent what others receive.
And yet, should we ever envy someone else’s blessings? Should we ever mumble about the abundance others appear to have when we know not what problems they have to live with?
How often do I begrudge others what they have, rather than thanking God for the blessings I have been given?
There is a well-known saying: ‘Before criticising a man, walk a mile in his shoes.’
The first expression of this saying that I can find in modern literature is in Harper Lee’s 1960 novel about southern racism and discrimination, To Kill a Mockingbird. This was her first and most acclaimed novel, and it was an instant best-seller. It won her the Pulitzer Prize the following year, and in 1962 it became an Oscar-winning movie.
In the story and in the movie, the narrator’s father, Atticus Finch, played by Gregory Peck, says: ‘You never really know a man until you understand things from his point of view, until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.’
In his generosity, the owner of the field takes on those who were unemployable, those who were the long-term unemployed, or those who were unemployed because they were outside the normal social boundaries.
Why had the owner of the vineyard not taken them at the earlier stages of the day? Because they were not there? Because they were socially invisible? Because they were outsiders? Because they were old, disabled, or minding their children and unable to come to seek work?
We don’t know. But they still had the same needs as everyone else who was working that day. They still had to pay the rent and put food on the table. And who knows what life was like for them when they went home and closed the front door?
Would it have been better that they were not recruited? That the harvest was left without being brought in?
And yet, even the murmurers and grumblers in the field held on to their day’s pay. When the owner hears them murmuring, he corrects them, but he does not take away what he has already given them. Why, they might even have been brought back to work again the next day.
The murmurers in the wilderness still have their hunger met with the bread of heaven. And in such abundance, that on Friday they are given twice as much as they need so they can have a day of rest on the seventh day.
God’s generosity comes to us in abundance, and his response to our needs is so often one of unexpected bounty and generosity.
The Lord hears our complaints, whether they are justified or not, and the Lord hears the cry of the poor.
The response to God’s generosity, as this morning’s Psalm reminds us, must be to give thanks and to make known his holy name (Psalm 105: 1), to rejoice, and to delight in being in his presence (see verse 4).
The word Eucharist (εὐχαριστία, efcharistía) means ‘thanksgiving’ and as a verb, εὐχαριστῶ (efcharisto) means ‘to thank.’
And so when we come to the table at the Eucharist, to receive the Holy Communion, we gather to give thanks in God’s presence, to praise him for his holy name and thank him for his generosity and his marvellous works.
And appropriately we say thanks with bread and wine, fruit of the fields and work of human hands, the work of the Creator and the Created, the work of fields and factories. And there we find God’s presence among us.
And when hearts seek the Lord, and find that God responds, our response should not be one of begrudgery or murmuring, but one of rejoicing, one of praise, one of thanksgiving.
And so may all we think, say and do be to the praise, honour and glory of God, + Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.
Not murmuring or grumbling ... a walk in the rain on the beach at Ballybunion, Co Kerry, last week (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
Collect:
God,
who in generous mercy sent the Holy Spirit
upon your Church in the burning fire of your love:
Grant that your people may be fervent
in the fellowship of the Gospel;
that, always abiding in you,
they may be found steadfast in faith and active in service;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Post Communion Prayer:
Eternal God,
we have received these tokens of your promise.
May we who have been nourished with holy things
live as faithful heirs of your promised kingdom.
We ask this in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord.
‘Fruit of the vine and work of human hands. It will become our spiritual drink’ (Luke 22: 17-18) … grapes ripening on a vine in Platanes, near Rethymnon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)
(Revd Canon Professor) Patrick Comerford is Priest-in-Charge, the Rathkeale and Kilnaughtin Group of Parishes. This sermon was prepared for Sunday 24 September 2017.
24 September 2017
Mumbling against God
and begrudging what
others may have in life
‘And in the morning you shall have your fill of bread’ (Exodus 16: 12) … a variety of bread in the early morning in a bakery in Platanes near Rethymnon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)
Patrick Comerford
Sunday, 24 September 2017,
The Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity:
9.30 a.m.: Morning Prayer, Castletown Church, Kilcornan, Co Limerick.
Readings: Exodus 16: 2-15; Psalm 105; Philippians 1: 21-30; Matthew 20: 1-16.
May I speak to you in the name of God, + Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.
Throughout this summer and early autumn, I’ve been enjoying many walks in the countryside, in Ireland, in England and in Greece. During those walks, it’s been difficult not to notice that this has been quite a good summer for farmers.
Most of us, probably, have been disappointed with the summer weather – or the lack of it. It is true, though, that every cloud has a silver lining. It may not have been a good summer for walking on the beach or making sandcastles. But, even though it’s almost two weeks until the Harvest Thanksgiving Service in Saint Mary’s Church, Askeaton [8 p.m., Friday, 6 October 2017], it has already been a good summer for those in the fields bringing in the harvest.
It seems farmers everywhere have been blessed with a good harvest. It has been a beautiful sight over these past few weeks to see those fields rich in green and golden hues, with the farmers busy baling and fetching.
I like to balance my regular walks on beaches with my walks in the countryside. And, in the last few weeks, watching the bounty in the fields and the blessings of the farmers, I could hardly resent someone else’s blessings.
A good harvest is a good example of how we can work with God in the task we have as partners in his creation, co-creators, realising the fullness of God’s creation. Realising that responsibility, taking that role seriously, depends on the creative generosity of God and on our creative labour.
And bread and wine provide perfect examples of that co-operation between God’s creative generosity and the rewards that come with human labour.
The seed is planted in the field. But without the sunshine and the rain from heaven it cannot become the wheat that God plans for it. Without the farmer’s labour in the field it cannot be harvested. And without the work of human hands, the grains of wheat cannot become flour and bread.
The vine is planted in the soil, but without the sunshine and the rain from heaven it cannot grow the grapes. Without the work of the labourers in the vineyard, those grapes cannot be harvested. And without the work of human hands – or feet, as the case may be – those grapes never reach their potential for producing wine.
‘The kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went ... to hire labourers for his vineyard’ (Matthew 20: 1) … a small vineyard in Platanes, near Rethymnon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)
Notice how many aspects are brought together in one: the Creator and the Creation; God and humanity; food and drink; agriculture and industry.
Food and drink – both are dependent on God’s gifts and on human labour. How appropriate it is then that they are the sacramental elements when we celebrate the Holy Communion, the Eucharist.
Throughout his earthly ministry, Christ interacts so often with people as they share these simple elements of bread and wine – meals with the disciples; meals with Zacchaeus the tax collector and Simon the Pharisee; meals with the two disciples on the road to Emmaus …
The work of the past sustains us in the food of the present and brings us the promise of the future. And so, the three Eucharistic prayers in the Book of Common Prayer, in their opening addresses to God as Father, first praise him and thank him for all his work in creation.
In some of the Eucharistic texts used in the Church of England, and in other traditions, there is an adaptation of traditional Jewish table-blessings, drawn in turn from the Bible, that says at the Taking of the Bread and the Wine:
Priest: Blessed are you Lord, God of all creation:
through your goodness we have this bread to offer,
which earth has given and human hands have made (Ecclesiastes 3: 13-14).
It will become for us the bread of life (John 6: 35).
All: Blessed be God forever (Psalm 68: 36).
Priest: Blessed are you Lord, God of all creation:
through your goodness we have this wine to offer,
fruit of the vine and work of human hands.
It will become our spiritual drink (Luke 22: 17-18).
All: Blessed be God forever (Psalm 68: 36).
[See Common Worship (Church of England), p 291.]
This has been a good summer for those in the fields bringing in the harvest … fields of green and gold behind the rectory in Askeaton (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
God’s blessings are abundant. Even when we mumble and grumble, moan and groan, murmur and complain!
Did you notice how in the Old Testament reading this morning, the freed slaves mumble (Exodus 16: 2) against God in the wilderness, as they wish to return to the fleshpots of Egypt, in the same way as the workers who have been in the field all day murmur about those who have arrived late and been paid a full day’s wage (Matthew 20: 11).
The Greek verb γογγύζω (gongootzo) means to murmur, mutter, grumble, or to say anything against someone else in a low tone. It implies people are talking among themselves secretly as they complain and let one another know about their discontent.
In the wilderness, the people are murmuring against Moses and Aaron. But, in reality, they are mumbling and grumbling against God. And yet God answers them by showing God’s bounty and his generosity.
In the vineyard, the labourers are mumbling and murmuring about their fellow workers. But, in resenting what others have, they are murmuring and grumbling not just about what they have been given, but against the one who has given to them, the one who has been generous in abundance to others.
We live in a society where begrudgery is part and parcel of what is culturally acceptable as attitude.
It is acceptable – instead of giving thanks for what we have been given – to resent what others receive.
And yet, should we ever envy someone else’s blessings? Should we ever mumble about the abundance others appear to have when we know not what problems they have to live with?
How often do I begrudge others what they have, rather than thanking God for the blessings I have been given?
There is a well-known saying: ‘Before criticising a man, walk a mile in his shoes.’
The first expression of this saying that I can find in modern literature is in Harper Lee’s 1960 novel about southern racism and discrimination, To Kill a Mockingbird. This was her first and most acclaimed novel, and it was an instant best-seller. It won her the Pulitzer Prize the following year, and in 1962 it became an Oscar-winning movie.
In the story and in the movie, the narrator’s father, Atticus Finch, played by Gregory Peck, says: ‘You never really know a man until you understand things from his point of view, until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.’
In his generosity, the owner of the field takes on those who were unemployable, those who were the long-term unemployed, or those who were unemployed because they were outside the normal social boundaries.
Why had the owner of the vineyard not taken them at the earlier stages of the day? Because they were not there? Because they were socially invisible? Because they were outsiders? Because they were old, disabled, or minding their children and unable to come to seek work?
We don’t know. But they still had the same needs as everyone else who was working that day. They still had to pay the rent and put food on the table. And who knows what life was like for them when they went home and closed the front door?
Would it have been better that they were not recruited? That the harvest was left without being brought in?
And yet, even the murmurers and grumblers in the field held on to their day’s pay. When the owner hears them murmuring, he corrects them, but he does not take away what he has already given them. Why, they might even have been brought back to work again the next day.
The murmurers in the wilderness still have their hunger met with the bread of heaven. And in such abundance, that on Friday they are given twice as much as they need so they can have a day of rest on the seventh day.
God’s generosity comes to us in abundance, and his response to our needs is so often one of unexpected bounty and generosity.
The Lord hears our complaints, whether they are justified or not, and the Lord hears the cry of the poor.
The response to God’s generosity, as this morning’s Psalm reminds us, must be to give thanks and to make known his holy name (Psalm 105: 1), to rejoice, and to delight in being in his presence (see verse 4).
The word Eucharist (εὐχαριστία, efcharistía) means ‘thanksgiving’ and as a verb, εὐχαριστῶ (efcharisto) means ‘to thank.’
And so when we come to the table at the Eucharist, to receive the Holy Communion, we gather to give thanks in God’s presence, to praise him for his holy name and thank him for his generosity and his marvellous works.
And appropriately we say thanks with bread and wine, fruit of the fields and work of human hands, the work of the Creator and the Created, the work of fields and factories. And there we find God’s presence among us.
And when hearts seek the Lord, and find that God responds, our response should not be one of begrudgery or murmuring, but one of rejoicing, one of praise, one of thanksgiving.
And so may all we think, say and do be to the praise, honour and glory of God, + Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.
Not murmuring or grumbling ... a walk in the rain on the beach at Ballybunion, Co Kerry, last week (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
Collect:
God,
who in generous mercy sent the Holy Spirit
upon your Church in the burning fire of your love:
Grant that your people may be fervent
in the fellowship of the Gospel;
that, always abiding in you,
they may be found steadfast in faith and active in service;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
‘Fruit of the vine and work of human hands. It will become our spiritual drink’ (Luke 22: 17-18) … grapes ripening on a vine in Platanes, near Rethymnon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)
(Revd Canon Professor) Patrick Comerford is Priest-in-Charge, the Rathkeale and Kilnaughtin Group of Parishes. This sermon was prepared for Sunday 24 September 2017.
Patrick Comerford
Sunday, 24 September 2017,
The Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity:
9.30 a.m.: Morning Prayer, Castletown Church, Kilcornan, Co Limerick.
Readings: Exodus 16: 2-15; Psalm 105; Philippians 1: 21-30; Matthew 20: 1-16.
May I speak to you in the name of God, + Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.
Throughout this summer and early autumn, I’ve been enjoying many walks in the countryside, in Ireland, in England and in Greece. During those walks, it’s been difficult not to notice that this has been quite a good summer for farmers.
Most of us, probably, have been disappointed with the summer weather – or the lack of it. It is true, though, that every cloud has a silver lining. It may not have been a good summer for walking on the beach or making sandcastles. But, even though it’s almost two weeks until the Harvest Thanksgiving Service in Saint Mary’s Church, Askeaton [8 p.m., Friday, 6 October 2017], it has already been a good summer for those in the fields bringing in the harvest.
It seems farmers everywhere have been blessed with a good harvest. It has been a beautiful sight over these past few weeks to see those fields rich in green and golden hues, with the farmers busy baling and fetching.
I like to balance my regular walks on beaches with my walks in the countryside. And, in the last few weeks, watching the bounty in the fields and the blessings of the farmers, I could hardly resent someone else’s blessings.
A good harvest is a good example of how we can work with God in the task we have as partners in his creation, co-creators, realising the fullness of God’s creation. Realising that responsibility, taking that role seriously, depends on the creative generosity of God and on our creative labour.
And bread and wine provide perfect examples of that co-operation between God’s creative generosity and the rewards that come with human labour.
The seed is planted in the field. But without the sunshine and the rain from heaven it cannot become the wheat that God plans for it. Without the farmer’s labour in the field it cannot be harvested. And without the work of human hands, the grains of wheat cannot become flour and bread.
The vine is planted in the soil, but without the sunshine and the rain from heaven it cannot grow the grapes. Without the work of the labourers in the vineyard, those grapes cannot be harvested. And without the work of human hands – or feet, as the case may be – those grapes never reach their potential for producing wine.
‘The kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went ... to hire labourers for his vineyard’ (Matthew 20: 1) … a small vineyard in Platanes, near Rethymnon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)
Notice how many aspects are brought together in one: the Creator and the Creation; God and humanity; food and drink; agriculture and industry.
Food and drink – both are dependent on God’s gifts and on human labour. How appropriate it is then that they are the sacramental elements when we celebrate the Holy Communion, the Eucharist.
Throughout his earthly ministry, Christ interacts so often with people as they share these simple elements of bread and wine – meals with the disciples; meals with Zacchaeus the tax collector and Simon the Pharisee; meals with the two disciples on the road to Emmaus …
The work of the past sustains us in the food of the present and brings us the promise of the future. And so, the three Eucharistic prayers in the Book of Common Prayer, in their opening addresses to God as Father, first praise him and thank him for all his work in creation.
In some of the Eucharistic texts used in the Church of England, and in other traditions, there is an adaptation of traditional Jewish table-blessings, drawn in turn from the Bible, that says at the Taking of the Bread and the Wine:
Priest: Blessed are you Lord, God of all creation:
through your goodness we have this bread to offer,
which earth has given and human hands have made (Ecclesiastes 3: 13-14).
It will become for us the bread of life (John 6: 35).
All: Blessed be God forever (Psalm 68: 36).
Priest: Blessed are you Lord, God of all creation:
through your goodness we have this wine to offer,
fruit of the vine and work of human hands.
It will become our spiritual drink (Luke 22: 17-18).
All: Blessed be God forever (Psalm 68: 36).
[See Common Worship (Church of England), p 291.]
This has been a good summer for those in the fields bringing in the harvest … fields of green and gold behind the rectory in Askeaton (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
God’s blessings are abundant. Even when we mumble and grumble, moan and groan, murmur and complain!
Did you notice how in the Old Testament reading this morning, the freed slaves mumble (Exodus 16: 2) against God in the wilderness, as they wish to return to the fleshpots of Egypt, in the same way as the workers who have been in the field all day murmur about those who have arrived late and been paid a full day’s wage (Matthew 20: 11).
The Greek verb γογγύζω (gongootzo) means to murmur, mutter, grumble, or to say anything against someone else in a low tone. It implies people are talking among themselves secretly as they complain and let one another know about their discontent.
In the wilderness, the people are murmuring against Moses and Aaron. But, in reality, they are mumbling and grumbling against God. And yet God answers them by showing God’s bounty and his generosity.
In the vineyard, the labourers are mumbling and murmuring about their fellow workers. But, in resenting what others have, they are murmuring and grumbling not just about what they have been given, but against the one who has given to them, the one who has been generous in abundance to others.
We live in a society where begrudgery is part and parcel of what is culturally acceptable as attitude.
It is acceptable – instead of giving thanks for what we have been given – to resent what others receive.
And yet, should we ever envy someone else’s blessings? Should we ever mumble about the abundance others appear to have when we know not what problems they have to live with?
How often do I begrudge others what they have, rather than thanking God for the blessings I have been given?
There is a well-known saying: ‘Before criticising a man, walk a mile in his shoes.’
The first expression of this saying that I can find in modern literature is in Harper Lee’s 1960 novel about southern racism and discrimination, To Kill a Mockingbird. This was her first and most acclaimed novel, and it was an instant best-seller. It won her the Pulitzer Prize the following year, and in 1962 it became an Oscar-winning movie.
In the story and in the movie, the narrator’s father, Atticus Finch, played by Gregory Peck, says: ‘You never really know a man until you understand things from his point of view, until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.’
In his generosity, the owner of the field takes on those who were unemployable, those who were the long-term unemployed, or those who were unemployed because they were outside the normal social boundaries.
Why had the owner of the vineyard not taken them at the earlier stages of the day? Because they were not there? Because they were socially invisible? Because they were outsiders? Because they were old, disabled, or minding their children and unable to come to seek work?
We don’t know. But they still had the same needs as everyone else who was working that day. They still had to pay the rent and put food on the table. And who knows what life was like for them when they went home and closed the front door?
Would it have been better that they were not recruited? That the harvest was left without being brought in?
And yet, even the murmurers and grumblers in the field held on to their day’s pay. When the owner hears them murmuring, he corrects them, but he does not take away what he has already given them. Why, they might even have been brought back to work again the next day.
The murmurers in the wilderness still have their hunger met with the bread of heaven. And in such abundance, that on Friday they are given twice as much as they need so they can have a day of rest on the seventh day.
God’s generosity comes to us in abundance, and his response to our needs is so often one of unexpected bounty and generosity.
The Lord hears our complaints, whether they are justified or not, and the Lord hears the cry of the poor.
The response to God’s generosity, as this morning’s Psalm reminds us, must be to give thanks and to make known his holy name (Psalm 105: 1), to rejoice, and to delight in being in his presence (see verse 4).
The word Eucharist (εὐχαριστία, efcharistía) means ‘thanksgiving’ and as a verb, εὐχαριστῶ (efcharisto) means ‘to thank.’
And so when we come to the table at the Eucharist, to receive the Holy Communion, we gather to give thanks in God’s presence, to praise him for his holy name and thank him for his generosity and his marvellous works.
And appropriately we say thanks with bread and wine, fruit of the fields and work of human hands, the work of the Creator and the Created, the work of fields and factories. And there we find God’s presence among us.
And when hearts seek the Lord, and find that God responds, our response should not be one of begrudgery or murmuring, but one of rejoicing, one of praise, one of thanksgiving.
And so may all we think, say and do be to the praise, honour and glory of God, + Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.
Not murmuring or grumbling ... a walk in the rain on the beach at Ballybunion, Co Kerry, last week (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
Collect:
God,
who in generous mercy sent the Holy Spirit
upon your Church in the burning fire of your love:
Grant that your people may be fervent
in the fellowship of the Gospel;
that, always abiding in you,
they may be found steadfast in faith and active in service;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
‘Fruit of the vine and work of human hands. It will become our spiritual drink’ (Luke 22: 17-18) … grapes ripening on a vine in Platanes, near Rethymnon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)
(Revd Canon Professor) Patrick Comerford is Priest-in-Charge, the Rathkeale and Kilnaughtin Group of Parishes. This sermon was prepared for Sunday 24 September 2017.
Murphy’s Law and Murphy’s
City: have you been there
and bought the T-shirt?
Cathair Uí Murchú, or Cashel Murphy, is an Iron Age early Celtic settlement overlooking Dingle Bay (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
Patrick Comerford
On the bus out along the coast of the Dingle Peninsula earlier this week, we stopped briefly at Cathair Uí Murchú, or Cashel Murphy, a national monument on the south slopes of Mount Eagle overlooking Dingle Bay.
Cathair Uí Murchú? Murphy’s City? Was it once ruled by Murphy’s Law?
My mother’s family name was Murphy. It is the most numerous surname in Ireland, and so it is difficult to imagine that all Murphys are descended from the one eponymous ancestor, the legendary Murchú.
Indeed, there are so many Murphys in Ireland, it is hard to imagine that were all originally part of one family, still more difficult that they could all fit into one city, and impossible to imagine that Cathair Uí Murchú would have been big enough to meet all their needs and demands.
The entrance to the underground souterrain passage at Cathair Uí Murchú (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
But if the Murphy families are to have a city called after them, then there could be no more dramatic a setting than the location of Cathair Uí Murchú at the edge of the western world, or at least at the western end of the Dingle Peninsula.
This oval cashel is a collection of Early Celtic settlements dating from the Iron Age (National Monument No. 156/1-5).
Much of its interior is occupied by a group of five roughly circular, conjoined clochans, where five families would have lived.
A sixth irregularly-shaped structure seems to have been a courtyard where daily chores were carried out, and where animals were kept at night to protect them from wolves and other dangers.
An underground souterrain passage extends from one of these huts to a chamber beneath the cashel wall. This was used to store food and to hide from enemies.
The entrance to the chamber is marked by two upright slabs and is roofed by a single lintel. The passage extends 4.65 metres in a west-south-west direction, and a wedge-shaped chamber opens off the west end of its south wall. The passage is up to 0.95 metres wide and 1.2 metres high and is roofed by a series of large, flat slabs. The walls are made of upright slabs overlain by drystone walling.
The site has been considerably restored by the Office of Public Works. An elaborate cross-slab was discovered during restoration work in the 19th century is now housed in the National Museum of Ireland in Dublin. A fragment of the upper stone of a rotary quern was also found lying loose within the cashel.
‘Murphy’s Law’ means that there are many Murphy shopfronts throughout Dingle (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
The surname Murphy is a variant of two Irish surnames, Ó Murchadha or Ó Murchadh, descendant of Murchadh, and Mac Murchaidh or Mac Murchadh, son of Murchadh. The personal name Murchadh meant sea-warrior – Muir meaning sea and cath meaning battle.
From Cathair Uí Murchú or Murphy’s City, we continued to battle our way out along the stormy sea coast of the Dingle Peninsula.
We had passed Ventry Harbour, and now found ourselves looking out first at the Blasket Islands on the distant horizon to the south, and then to the west the Blasket islands, before turning east into Ballyferriter and back into Dingle.
‘Murphy’s Law’ meant that inevitably we would come across more Murphys in Dingle.
Murphy’s stout … signalled by the Co Cork coat-of-arms (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
Murphy’s Bed and Breakfast managed to display two Murphy coats-of-arms: one for the Murphy Brewery in Cork, showing one line of descent for Murphys throughout the Province of Munster; the other, presumably for the proprietors of the guest house, but showing a separate line of descent from the Murphy family of Co Wexford. Major General David Nial Creagh O Morchoe is The O Morchoe or hereditary chief of the Murphy family in Co Wexford.
Murphy’s Bed and Breakfast … signalled by the Co Wexford coat-of-arms (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
In one shop, a coaster among the souvenirs offered its own rendition of ‘Murphy’s Law’:
Murphy’s Law:
Definition: Anything that go wrong, will go wrong.
Celibacy is not hereditary.
Beauty is only skin deep, ugly goes to the bone.
Never argue with a fool, people might not know the difference.
Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate.
The other queue always moves faster.
Anything you try to fix will take longer and cost more than you thought.
The chance of slice of bread falling butter side down.
is directly proportionate to the cost of the carpet.
Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself.
The repairman will never have seen a model quite like yours before.
A short cut is the longest distance between two points.
Anything good in life is either illegal, immoral or fattening.
The light at the end of the tunnel is the headlamp of an oncoming train.
Murphy’s golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the rules.
In order to get a loan, you must first prove you don’t need it.
Murphy’s ice-cream … on sale throughout Dingle (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
Throughout Dingle, there are branches of Murphy’s ice cream parlours. Murphy’s ice cream is hand-made in Dingle, and this year (2017) the Condé Naste Traveler described them as ‘one of the best ice cream shops in the world.’
The shops sell T-shirts that wittingly invited customers to Póg mo Cone. But if you are an unwitting traveller who does not understood this pun, I shall spare your blushes and avoid explaining the humour. Wit is always about brevity, and I have rambled on at length through the Dingle Peninsula.
Instead of buying the T-shirt, I ended up with the certificate: lifetime membership (No 16967) of the Murphy Clan, my mother’s own family.
Life-time membership of the Murphy clan
Patrick Comerford
On the bus out along the coast of the Dingle Peninsula earlier this week, we stopped briefly at Cathair Uí Murchú, or Cashel Murphy, a national monument on the south slopes of Mount Eagle overlooking Dingle Bay.
Cathair Uí Murchú? Murphy’s City? Was it once ruled by Murphy’s Law?
My mother’s family name was Murphy. It is the most numerous surname in Ireland, and so it is difficult to imagine that all Murphys are descended from the one eponymous ancestor, the legendary Murchú.
Indeed, there are so many Murphys in Ireland, it is hard to imagine that were all originally part of one family, still more difficult that they could all fit into one city, and impossible to imagine that Cathair Uí Murchú would have been big enough to meet all their needs and demands.
The entrance to the underground souterrain passage at Cathair Uí Murchú (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
But if the Murphy families are to have a city called after them, then there could be no more dramatic a setting than the location of Cathair Uí Murchú at the edge of the western world, or at least at the western end of the Dingle Peninsula.
This oval cashel is a collection of Early Celtic settlements dating from the Iron Age (National Monument No. 156/1-5).
Much of its interior is occupied by a group of five roughly circular, conjoined clochans, where five families would have lived.
A sixth irregularly-shaped structure seems to have been a courtyard where daily chores were carried out, and where animals were kept at night to protect them from wolves and other dangers.
An underground souterrain passage extends from one of these huts to a chamber beneath the cashel wall. This was used to store food and to hide from enemies.
The entrance to the chamber is marked by two upright slabs and is roofed by a single lintel. The passage extends 4.65 metres in a west-south-west direction, and a wedge-shaped chamber opens off the west end of its south wall. The passage is up to 0.95 metres wide and 1.2 metres high and is roofed by a series of large, flat slabs. The walls are made of upright slabs overlain by drystone walling.
The site has been considerably restored by the Office of Public Works. An elaborate cross-slab was discovered during restoration work in the 19th century is now housed in the National Museum of Ireland in Dublin. A fragment of the upper stone of a rotary quern was also found lying loose within the cashel.
‘Murphy’s Law’ means that there are many Murphy shopfronts throughout Dingle (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
The surname Murphy is a variant of two Irish surnames, Ó Murchadha or Ó Murchadh, descendant of Murchadh, and Mac Murchaidh or Mac Murchadh, son of Murchadh. The personal name Murchadh meant sea-warrior – Muir meaning sea and cath meaning battle.
From Cathair Uí Murchú or Murphy’s City, we continued to battle our way out along the stormy sea coast of the Dingle Peninsula.
We had passed Ventry Harbour, and now found ourselves looking out first at the Blasket Islands on the distant horizon to the south, and then to the west the Blasket islands, before turning east into Ballyferriter and back into Dingle.
‘Murphy’s Law’ meant that inevitably we would come across more Murphys in Dingle.
Murphy’s stout … signalled by the Co Cork coat-of-arms (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
Murphy’s Bed and Breakfast managed to display two Murphy coats-of-arms: one for the Murphy Brewery in Cork, showing one line of descent for Murphys throughout the Province of Munster; the other, presumably for the proprietors of the guest house, but showing a separate line of descent from the Murphy family of Co Wexford. Major General David Nial Creagh O Morchoe is The O Morchoe or hereditary chief of the Murphy family in Co Wexford.
Murphy’s Bed and Breakfast … signalled by the Co Wexford coat-of-arms (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
In one shop, a coaster among the souvenirs offered its own rendition of ‘Murphy’s Law’:
Murphy’s Law:
Definition: Anything that go wrong, will go wrong.
Celibacy is not hereditary.
Beauty is only skin deep, ugly goes to the bone.
Never argue with a fool, people might not know the difference.
Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate.
The other queue always moves faster.
Anything you try to fix will take longer and cost more than you thought.
The chance of slice of bread falling butter side down.
is directly proportionate to the cost of the carpet.
Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself.
The repairman will never have seen a model quite like yours before.
A short cut is the longest distance between two points.
Anything good in life is either illegal, immoral or fattening.
The light at the end of the tunnel is the headlamp of an oncoming train.
Murphy’s golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the rules.
In order to get a loan, you must first prove you don’t need it.
Murphy’s ice-cream … on sale throughout Dingle (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2017)
Throughout Dingle, there are branches of Murphy’s ice cream parlours. Murphy’s ice cream is hand-made in Dingle, and this year (2017) the Condé Naste Traveler described them as ‘one of the best ice cream shops in the world.’
The shops sell T-shirts that wittingly invited customers to Póg mo Cone. But if you are an unwitting traveller who does not understood this pun, I shall spare your blushes and avoid explaining the humour. Wit is always about brevity, and I have rambled on at length through the Dingle Peninsula.
Instead of buying the T-shirt, I ended up with the certificate: lifetime membership (No 16967) of the Murphy Clan, my mother’s own family.
Life-time membership of the Murphy clan
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