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19/12/2025

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FATHER FRANK’S LOG: 15th – 22nd DECEMBER 2025

We’re getting towards the end of what has been a very challenging year. 2025 began with Father Justinian in hospital, and while he came home to us towards the end of January, it was only for a few days, he was then taken back to hospital and passed away on February 2nd, the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord, which was also the Church’s Day of Prayer for Consecrated Life. As Father Justinian had spent over 72 of his 93 years as a consecrated religious, it seemed like a very appropriate day for him to peacefully slip away. A big crowd attended his funeral. I received his body into the church on February 13th, and our then Provincial, Father Jim Sweeney CP, celebrated his Requiem Mass on February 14th, which of course was Saint Valentine’s Day. I think Father Jus would have liked that, as he was a bit of an old romantic at heart. At the reception afterwards, in the Eagle Lodge, you could tell there was a close bond between Father Jus’s blood family and his religious family, which we have been happy to maintain since, with our Passionist community in Glasgow enjoying a couple of very nice Friday night meals at the home of his youngest brother, and his sister-in-law, on the south side. The company was great, as was the food, much better than our usual Friday night take-aways. The family then joined us for the annual November Mass for the deceased and we enjoyed a cuppa and a chat in the hall afterwards, along with all the other families who attended. Sadly, the year has drawn to a close with the death of Father Justinian’s other brother, the funeral only taking place today, 18th December, in Troon. May he rest in peace.

Not long after Father Jus’s death, while still dealing with all the legalities afterwards, my own dear younger brother passed away on 14th March. He is still so very much missed, and you may know from last week’s log that, having just completed all the legal duties in his regard, my older brother and myself recently celebrated his memory with a very nice Italian meal together and shared our stories, of which there were many. Listeners to Super Scoreboard on Radio Clyde may have heard that, shortly after that night out, my older brother, the doyen of Scottish sport’s journalists, donated £1,000 to Cash-For-Kids from our younger brother’s legacy on his behalf, which he would have liked, and it was a fitting tribute to his legendary goodness and kindness. From what I understand, it involved a bid for something to do with Ayr United, and will later entail a night out with Scott Brown (Broony) who is now of course the manager of Ayr United. I wonder will I be invited to that? The year for our extended family too has ended on a sad note. On the day of the November Mass for the deceased I left to go to the bedside of my cousin’s daughter who had just been diagnosed with Thyroid Cancer, which had also spread. At the bedside were her husband, her daughter, her-son-in-law, her baby-grandson, her brother, and others. I visited her the following day too, and then she passed away the next day again. She was such a beautiful person and a sad loss. Her funeral in Gourock last Saturday was a poignant affair, not least because, just a few days after her death, her mum (my cousin) also passed away. We still await details of her mum’s funeral. I know we have had the loss of some very significant people in both St Mungo’s and St Roch’s parishes this year, not forgetting the death of Pope Francis also, and I feel I can really empathise with all who grieve at this time of year, while still seeking that deeper joy that comes from celebrating the birth of Our Lord Jesus Christ who, as a result of his Incarnation into our human frailty, has destroyed death and restored life as the true destiny of all who believe in him, and I take great hope and encouragement from that. Requiescat in Pace.

Of course, the second half of the year, since the beginning of June, has been marked by some health issues of mine, that are still ongoing. As a result of this I have been stepping back a bit, and I feel like John the Baptist, whose birth date I share, knowing that I must decrease now, and Father Gareth must increase, as the new parish priest. As for being not fit to undo his sandal straps, I can tell you that they are very, very big sandals, and I doubt if I would be able to bend down that far anyway. But I wish him well, and I can already see the love and support he is receiving from parishioners, and the new energy he is putting into his role. Father Tom also continues to settle in as the new rector, as well as delighting us with his culinary skills. We Passionists will of course be stepping over the threshold of a new house early in the year, and so, let’s see what 2026 has in store for all of us as we step over the threshold into a new year, and a new beginning. This is the last log for now, let’s see what happens going forward. Have a very Happy and Holy Christmas and a Blessed New Year.

As ever, protect yourself, your loved ones and others, and protect Christ in your lives.
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father Frank's log...

11/12/2025

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FATHER FRANK’S LOG: 8th – 15th DECEMBER 2025

I had a very enjoyable meal last week with my older brother, the doyen of Scottish sport’s journalists. We had finally reached the end of all the legal processes following the death of our much-loved younger brother last March, and we decided to go out for a simple pasta and a glass of wine to toast his memory. Mind you, if we had done it properly, we would have had fish and chips and irn-bru instead, as that was our younger brother’s favourite fare. Still, I think we celebrated his memory well with love and gratitude, may his good soul rest in peace.

During our conversation, my older brother told me that he was due to have dinner with Sir Kier Starmer, no less. He had received a phone call from Anas Sarwar’s office asking if he would be the auctioneer at a Winter Gala Dinner for the Scottish Labour Party. While he explained that he was a sport’s journalist and not a political journalist, it appears that the person who phoned had been present when he was auctioneer at a fundraising event for the Saint Margaret’s Hospice in Clydebank, and she just wanted him to do it in the same style. Surmising that the auction would raise funds for good causes, he readily agreed. He was thereby informed that he and his good lady wife would be at the top table with the Prime Minister, whom my brother later informed me was charming.

I’ve never had dinner with a UK Prime Minister or a Scottish First Minister. The only comparable experience in my own life was when I was rector and parish priest at Mount Argus in Dublin. While the Prime Minister (Taoiseach) of Ireland, and indeed the President of Ireland, (Uachtarán na hÉireann), would have often attended significant funerals in Mount Argus, requiring the following of strict protocols, the most memorable occasion was for the Canonisation of Saint Charles of Mount Argus. Both the President and the Taoiseach went to Rome for the canonisation, which took place in St Peter’s Square on a rain-drenched Trinity Sunday, June 7th 2007. Meanwhile, back in Mount Argus, we had 3 days of events on June 6th, 7th & 8th. attended by many dignitaries, including former taoiseachs and presidents. On the day of the canonisation itself, we hosted a dinner in the monastery which they attended and, while I was anxious about the occasion, it couldn’t have gone any better, and their company was relaxed and easy, each entering into the joy and the significance of the day.

Shortly after her return from Rome, the President, who had grown up in the Passionist parish of Holy Cross in Belfast, and who had named her son after a Passionist, very kindly invited a few of us Passionists from Mount Argus to a rather intimate lunch in her official residence in the Phoenix Park, which is called Áras an Uachtaráin. It was hosted by herself and her wonderful husband, both of whom were the warmest and easiest company imaginable. Having said that, the President still couldn’t get over sitting out, and getting drenched, in the pouring rain in St Peter’s Square, when there was a beautiful, massive, and empty St Peter’s Basilica just a few yards away.

Getting back to the meal with my older brother. His son-in-law had dropped him down to Bishopbriggs and I met him there at a local Italian restaurant. At the end of the night, he asked if a taxi could be called to bring him home again.  Needless to say, the person organising the taxi immediately recognised him and, declaring himself a big fan, asked to have his photograph taken with him. The restaurant staff, of varying nationalities, were a bit bemused by it all, as they wouldn’t have known him from Adam. Meanwhile, I just sat there patiently while the camera was clicking, not disappointed in the least that I wasn’t included in the photo. There might not have been as much fuss if I was sitting with a prime minister or a president, but my brother takes it in his stride and with great patience and humility. Having thoroughly enjoyed the night and our tribute to our brother, we went our separate ways.

As ever, protect yourself, your loved ones and others, and protect Christ in your lives.

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father frank's log...

4/12/2025

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FATHER FRANK’S LOG: 1st – 8th DECEMBER 2025

I attended a Safeguarding Conference recently in the University of Strathclyde Technology & Innovation Centre in George Street. It’s a good venue and has a very spacious atrium where people gather for registration and a coffee before heading for the auditorium where the main work of the conference takes place. It’s an annual conference and I often meet people there whom I have known from way back, and this is the only occasion on which we re-connect. Two such people would be former Passionist students who left back in the early 1970’s, just around the time I entered the Passionists. Each has remained highly committed and highly involved in the church and now each is making their contribution in the vital area of safeguarding. I would also have known each of their wives in days gone by, and it’s good to hear how people are doing who were once part of my story. Of course, we’re all getting older, and conversation can now centre on the ravages of aging.

I would also meet priests or safeguarding representatives from the diocese of St Andrew’s and Edinburgh whom I would have known back in the late 1990’s when I was parish priest at St. Gabriel’s in Prestonpans. I enjoyed over four very happy years there before being transferred to Dublin in 2001. It was a sad day when the Passionists had to leave Prestonpans altogether and, again, it’s good to catch up on how things are going there now. As with everywhere else, everything is so different now in a diocese that has greatly diminished resources, and parishes are combined, with one priest looking after two or more churches. This time around, I also met someone from the diocese of Galloway whom I knew in the days when, as a young layman, I was involved in retreat work at the Passionist Retreat Centre at Coodham in Ayrshire. I hadn’t met this person since 1975, the year I joined the Passionists, and 50 years on, each of us was easily recognisable to the other, and we had a real stroll down memory lane.

However, on that day, the first person I met as I entered the atrium, was Archbishop Nolan. He enquired after my health, being aware of the reasons I have had to step back from various responsibilities, and also asked how things were going with the house move. (As an aside, we have a target date of January 19th to make our move, presuming other things fall into place). The archbishop then asked if I was still writing my log. My honest answer was that I would keep it going until near Christmas and then see what happens from there. I was recalling to myself how it all began, in the autumn of 2001. I had recently been installed as rector and parish priest at Mount Argus in Dublin, when I had to go to the Netherlands for a meeting in my capacity as secretary to the North European Conference of Passionists. I was due back on a Sunday and should have been in plenty of time to celebrate the 4pm Mass in Mount Argus on that day. However, being in a rush the day I departed, I had completely forgotten where I had parked the car in the massive long term car park at Dublin Airport. I wandered aimlessly for a long time before deciding I had best phone some other Passionist priest to cover the Mass for me, which they kindly did. Eventually, I found the car, and the following week I wrote up an account of my travails in the parish newsletter, which was also posted on the parish website. There was so much feedback that it then became a regular feature. Fifteen years later, when I transferred to St Mungo’s, I, quite madly, started up again, just doing a weekly log for the parish website. Unbeknown to me, one log a month, selected by the editor, started being published in the Flourish, and so it has continued ever since. I have absolutely no idea what the appeal is. For me, it is quite cathartic, and an attempt the see the presence of God in the ordinary, everyday, mundane events of human life. But, as we constantly hear in this first part of Advent, the end may be nigh, and at a time we do not know.
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As ever, protect yourself, your loved ones and others, and protect Christ in your lives.

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