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‘Great Stuff’

Second Reading

In memory of John O’Donohue

Second Reading
Fr Kevin Hegarty

It was an evening in late May 1981 and the ordination class in Maynooth gathered for the last time in the senior common room. It was a get together fuelled by a little wine and a lot of nostalgia. Together for several years, we were about to go our separate ways.
We wondered what the future held. On what low rungs of the clerical ladder would we soon be perched? There was excitement about the years ahead and trepidation about leaving the familiar. Eventually there was an awkward silence. How could we bring this final meeting to an appropriate end?
One of our group, Paddy Murray from the hill country of Co Down, was blessed with a whimsical sense of humour, which he used to relieve awkward moments. “I wonder” he intervened, “who amongst us will be the first to die?”
The gathering collapsed in laughter. If, however, we had taken bets on that macabre question, the longest odds would have been on John O’Donohue.
Tall, strong and vibrant, he was a life force who lit up every room he entered. I reckon he was the most gifted Maynooth student of his generation.
Life and death provide tales of the unexpected. So it was that John was the first to go. On a bleak early January morning in 2008, he was laid to rest in the earth of the Burren that had nourished him so lavishly. He had died suddenly while on holiday in France. He was 52.
By then John had long escaped the clammy embrace of clericalism and won an international reputation as a philosopher, poet and public speaker. In a series of books from ‘Anam Cara’ to ‘Benedictus’ he had sought to mint a new language of religious experience that resonated with the impulses of the modern world.
Much of Catholic religious writing had become stale, deaf to contemporary experience and buttressed by lengthy Papal quotations. Pious cliches masqueraded as insights. John’s books burst upon this tired religious publishing world like an array of daffodils in an end-of-winter landscape. They are a fusion of his explorations in philosophy, theology, literature, music and art.
Underpinning them is the Celtic consciousness of the wonder of God in nature and human experience. Growing up in the Burren, on the fringe of the Atlantic, he came early to the Celtic world. From the moment of his birth, his eyes were anointed by the beauty he saw all around him. In the exquisite fauna and flora of his native landscape he discerned whispers of divinity. His books, retreats and lectures across the English-speaking world gave hope and inspiration to people of all faiths and none.
John and I were friends throughout our years in Maynooth. He quickly found his natural habitat in the university studying philosophy and English. Though committed to scholarship he did not live in an ivory tower. He often touched down in our everyday world, his loud laughter echoing down the corridors of the college.
His customary term of approval, “Great stuff”, was applied equally to a philosophic idea, a poem, a piece of music, a painting and a good pint. He had a formidable reputation as as a debater in Irish and in English. Even then he had a special sensitivity for those haunted by anguish in their lives.
He also had the freedom to laugh at himself. One of my abiding memories of Maynooth is of John, already in thrall to the rigorous charms of the German philosophers, belting out with gusto ‘Blanket on the Ground’ in the college song contest.
In sport, however, this Renaissance mind came up against the limitations of of his genius. He participated enthusiastically in the aptly maimed ‘bull leagues’, probably the lowest form of football on the planet, where he passed the ball with entertaining inaccuracy.
By the time of his ordination John had outgrown Maynooth and was ready for his next academic challenge. He eschewed the charms of Rome where the lure of clerical advancement is often the graveyard of intellectual integrity. Instead he tested himself in the austere atmosphere of Tübingen University in Germany, where he achieved a PhD in philosophy (summa cum laude) on Hegel.
He returned from Germany to an ambivalent welcome in his diocese. During the papacy of John Paul II the Catholic Church was a cold house for creative thinkers. He soon found an audience in Galway for his spiritual explorations, but the diocesan authorities were unwilling  to facilitate his ministry. They sought to appoint him to a busy curacy where he would have little time for extra curricular activity. They may have hoped his fertile imagination would wilt under the sodden weight of careful clerical conversation in the presbytery. It was as if Barcelona FC were to confine Lional Messi to carrying the jerseys for its third string team.
John was always fearless. He struck out on his own and made the world his parish.

The above article is an abridged version of Fr Kevin Hegarty’s contribution to ‘We Remember Maynooth: A College Across Four Centuries’, a book published to mark the 225th anniversary of the foundation of the college. Edited by Salvador Ryan and John Paul Sheridan, it was launched last week.