The Precision And Beauty Of Nature by Stephen Mc Elligott


I took a walk with my Polaroid at dusk. I wandered the ocean bed looking for a good composition. My film was expired, and nothing was coming out right, my heart filling with the anxiety of having wasted my money. 

I got bored, and suddenly, beneath my feet, I noticed another world that I didn’t see. I was so wrapped up in what it was I wanted to picture that I’d overlooked the better part. 

You may be busy at work, walking the streets to make that crucial meeting. Wherever you happen to be in this world, I want you to take some time out to examine the precision and beauty of nature. 

I’ve taken my camera to record what it was I saw, but did I really see it? When you look a beautiful tree, leaf or something considered boring and mundane like a cobweb on your kitchen window, ask yourself…Am I really looking? 

Contrast your emotions and what you feel when someone praises you. Contrast that feeling with being confronted by the scent of a beautiful flower or glowing sunrise by the ocean. Which emotion had a more profound effect upon you? 

Natures precise and disciplined beauty seems to reveal to us the more critical emotions and feelings in our lives. I invite you, the next time you take that walk…to really look. 

Capture the moment and allow the feeling you get to develop in your memory forever. Hold onto that, don’t let it go, it’s more precious and long-lasting than seeking the praise and opinion of others I promise you.

A Retreat To Glendalough Co.Wicklow by Stephen Mc Elligott



Glendalough is a glacial valley in the mountains of Co.Wicklow famous for its early medieval settlements and monastic city founded in the 6th century by St.Kevin. St.Kevin was relative to one of the ruling families of Leinster. Under instruction from three Holy men, Eoghan, Lochan and Eanna, he studied the faith. There are many miracles he performed and he died in 618 and following his death the entire area continued to flourish as a monastic site.


I was in need of a retreat to wash off the noise of the world from my soul and plunge into the clean waters of the wilderness where I could bathe in some silence for a time. I was headed for a place run by the sisters of mercy congregation called ‘‘Glendalough hermitages’’ which you can discover for yourself here. As I approached the hermitage one could smell the sweet mixed fragrance of the air, trees and burning wood from the chimneys of fellow pilgrims and the silence of it all was wonderful.

The Strange thing about silence I’ve discovered whilst on retreat (not that it’s anything new) is that it isn’t just simply the elimination of sound or the reduction of the hustle and bustle that quiets the heart. Although such conditions of a near noiseless environment help develop the conditions necessary for the heart to be silent and at peace, silence is more a state of soul where no noise has the power over us to disturb our peace. Instead of becoming obstacles to achieving a peaceful state of soul, such noises envelop and become an addition to the existing state of silence.

Throwing oneself into the deep end of silence from the cliffs of the noisy city, and so suddenly, can seem very intimidating at first. When I first set my bags down in my hermitage and lay on my bed after an exhausting 2 hour journey from Dundalk, It felt really good to hear little to nothing around me. After some time small noises such as the humming of a fridge, the ticking of the clock or the slight splash of rain on the window became amplified. These sounds didn’t disturb my silence but like the branches to the trunk of a tree, such noise became a part of my silence.

After sometime the honeymoon of silence would soon be over and I would have to contend with what can only be described as a sudden presence that felt like a ‘‘pressure’’ and as if the entire world around me was caving in. In the following hours this too, with patience, passed and I recognized it as a symptom of a sickly soul craving the drug of the noisy world but once the cold turkey was over, I could return to my peace. I’m guessing this happens to everyone and that it’s not unique to me.


On the morning following our arrival we attended 9am Mass in St.Kevins Local parish Church where we were greeted with the Gospel reading about Jesus and his disciples getting into a boat and drawing away to a lonely place. There are numerous instances in the Gospel where Jesus and the disciples do this. Straight away I felt it no coincidence as here we stood on one of the oldest monastic sites in Ireland where we decided to draw away to this lonely place the monks picked centuries ago as a place of worship.

After some breakfast following Mass, we headed for the upper lake at Glendalough and thought we’d work our way back towards the monastic city and then back to the hermitage for evening prayer. We didn’t anticipate such a large crowd and then realized it was bank holiday Monday. The place was packed and finding parking rather difficult but St.Kevin had my back and one opened up right beside the path that leads to the lake.

Exiting the car and approaching the upper lake I could not believe the staggering vastness and distance of the lough and mountains. It truly was a slice of heaven on earth and immediately I understood St.Kevin’s desire to make this place a land of prayer and meditation. My photographs of this ocean of serenity never truly captured it. I don’t believe that any photograph can ever replace the human eye, heart and personal experience of any given location and they only ever reflect the beauty of it all as if ones sees their reflection in a dirty mirror.

After taking some photos we headed to St.Kevin’s Bed where I was eager to see this shallow cave St.Kevin had taken up residence in to do battle with the spiritual forces of evil that govern the air around us. Here, yet again, I meditated on the morning readings of Jesus drawing away to a lonely place and here St.Kevin was doing just that. Then I thought about the feast day that happened to be the day after which was ‘‘The Transfiguration of Our Lord’’ where he takes Peter, James and John up to a lonely mountain to pray. And there they see him transfigured into a burst of pure bright light. Alongside him appear Moses the liberator and Elijah the Prophet and they begin to converse with him. This was not a coincidence this was what I like to call a ‘‘Godincidence’’.


As I discussed previously regarding Peter James and John and the Transfiguration of Jesus, I thought I’d mention that within this story the apostles wanted to set up camp and stay in such glory but it was not to be. They had to come down from the glory of the mountain including all that supernatural wonder they were witnessing and head back into the world, where their mission to spread the Word and suffer a terrible death on account of the Gospel was soon to be experienced. They go from this incredible joy and safe space to one of great discomfort and certain death. Here Jesus teaches us a valuable lesson that we don’t simply get to stay in heaven without first having worked and toiled a little for it.

I think we can all resonate with the apostles. When we come across a slice of heaven on earth like Glendalough for example, I always say ‘‘wow, wouldn’t it be great to just stay here, set up camp and never leave?’’ Now it’s possible to do this. I mean, I could move here if I wanted to but it would take a considerable amount of sacrifice, toil and effort on my behalf to get the money to do so but it is achievable. It’s the same with our journey towards Heaven, Jesus often gives us a glimpse of this through various graces but we must make many sacrifices and work hard if we want to stay there.

Here we go, we head down from Glendalough and like the apostles take with us the memory of our experience with Jesus as a means to encourage us to work hard that we may experience an even greater glory in heaven should we be found worthy at our parting breath.

Dear Lord, you inspired St.Kevin to draw away to a lonely place that he might crawl into the depths of your Sacred Heart and be transfigured into another Christ so that, through him, the world might know you better, Amen.

The Wheel Of Life by Stephen Mc Elligott


The Wheel Of Life

By Stephen Bernard

Being pushed along the wheel of life,

A little person,

This circular motion, I feel a bit sick

Yet the wheel it keeps on turnin’

Journey is long don’t dwell on that,

The view is quite intriguing

Thank God I can’t read that stupid map

I’d end up unbelieving

In a world where candy is top priority,

Squeals of laughter,

And gumdrops comfort the palm of my hand

Deep in thought the world avoids me

Resting now until the buggy lands.

A Divine Appointment With Fr.Michael Maher by Stephen Mc Elligott



Fr.Michael Maher, born and raised in Dublin, began his spiritual journey at the early age of 19 after the death of his grandfather Thomas Ashe. Our reaction to death can often differ in many ways but for Fr.Maher, it led him to contemplate the fragility of this present life leading him to consider what it all meant.

The growing love that Fr.Maher had for the Mother of God eventually blossomed into a vocation to find a priestly order dedicated to the Queen of Heaven. It wasn't such a difficult search as almost immediately Our Lady of Fatima led Fr.Maher by the hand into one of the most popular orders dedicated to her name, the ''Marist Fathers''.

Over the years, Fr.Maher had always emphasized devotion to ''Our Lady Of Fatima'' not to mention the importance of the Holy Rosary in one's life. He is heavily insistent that we pray the rosary every day and make it an essential part of our spiritual diet to nourish the soul.

I approached Fr.Maher with an interest to show people a side of him we don't normally get to see which is his life in the confines of a parish Church in Dundalk, Co.Louth. We spoke about his devotion to Fatima and he presents to us some of his favorite images, books and the history behind a pair of rosary beads he personally likes to pray on.

From a very young age in his teenage years Fr.Maher always had an interest in Fatima and since his ordination to the priesthood, made it his life's mission to spread devotion to Her.

His knowledge and expertise in this area was so valued that he became spiritual director and narrator of the very popular movie ''The Call To Fatima'' which depicts the story of the three children and their apparitions. The movie has since been circulated around the world in 12 different languages and millions of copies distributed.

I do believe that Our Lady has been instrumental in deepening my faith, and the frequent praying of her own prayer, the holy rosary, has brought me peace and insight for the times in which we are living.
— Fr.Michael Maher


I've known Fr.Maher now for quite sometime so this was a rather personal project for me. I've always enjoyed his impregnable spirit of joy, contagious to say the least and for all our theological and spiritual study, the only thing worthwhile. Fr.Maher is the type of priest that does not need to give advice at length about the spiritual life, using many words to illustrate his point.

I've always felt that the mark of a good priest is one whose sheer presence prompts a transformation within you. In a sense he has accepted he's just a canvass upon which Christ paints his own self portrait to show Himself to the world. Whenever anyone asks me why God doesn't show himself to everyone, I just point them in the direction of people like Fr.Maher.

I cannot stress enough this character of Fr.Maher. I've read nearly all the writings of the mystics both modern and old, from Eastern Buddhism, Hinduism, Orthodox Christianity not to mention western Catholic and Protestant mystics of Europe. From the writings of the Eastern cave dwellers and early monastics of centuries ago to the summa theologica of St.Thomas Aquinas and St.John of the Cross, there's no greater spiritual progress one can receive than to be in the presence of joy Himself as manifested through people like Fr.Maher.

It is now my joy to present to you one of the most ordinary and through those he ministers to most extraordinary priests residing in a simple parish Church in Ireland. Now I can bring to you a little piece of the joy I experienced with him through the art of photography.


The Contemplative

As we spoke about the importance of the rosary and the days that lie ahead of us, Fr.Maher takes his usual seat by the window contemplating a world that's forgotten it's Christian roots.


Our Lady Of Fatima

Fr.Maher introduces us to his work on Our Lady Of Fatima and here he sits beside a well hand crafted statue from Portugal.


My Mothers Rosary

As we chatted about matters concerning the purification of souls and the importance rosary beads can have in one's life, I took a picture of a rosary he holds dear to his heart.

In 1937 His Mother was having a difficult birth at the time and the parish priest gave her his rosary beads. The baby boy was born and she called him ''Michael Maher''. It is thanks to the Prayers said upon this rosary that Fr.Maher came into the world and when his Mother fell asleep in the Lord, she left them for him.

They were prayed on so much that the wood on the Cross began to wear away over the years. In a bid to rescue it he took it to a carpenter in Dublin who fixed a new piece of wood to the back of the Cross in order to keep it all intact.


The Taking Of Christ

Fr.Maher wanted to fetch me some of his favorite memorabilia of Fatima that include his long time favorite books and pictures.

As I waited for him to find these I saw a copy of the famous Caravaggio painting hanging on his wall.

I saw the real thing in the National Gallery of Ireland a number of years ago and as I've been visiting Fr.Maher for quite some time it always catches my eye.

I often wondered why it was Fr.Maher liked it and that perhaps it serves as a reminder to him and every Christian and religious person in the world of our own weakness in the face of sin. That unless we remain vigilant we too may succumb to a betrayal, corruption being always around the corner.

Indeed when I see this picture I'm reminded that the kiss of Judas is one that has echoed for centuries until the end of time.


In Lucia's Own Words

Published in 1976 '' Fatima in Lucia's Own Words'' is a collection of memoirs and letters written by Sister Lúcia of Fátima, the last surviving seer of Virgin Mary apparitions in Cova da Iria, Fátima, Portugal. She fell asleep in the Lord on February 13th, 2005.

The 13th date is significant to Catholics here as it was on the 13th of May the first apparition took place.


A Holy Accident

Opening the book I serendipitously happened to fall upon one of the many religious bookmarks placed within it. Was it Our Lady Fatima herself reaching out to us all?


St.Peter Chanel

On our way to Mass we stopped at the oratory where Father Maher showed us an Icon and relic of St.Peter Chanel.

Born in France, St.Chanel became a Marist Father who was martyred on the island of Futuna in the Pacific. You've heard of the perfume Chanel but this saints relic gave a more potent and fragrant odor that's difficult to beat, namely because of its origins in Grace.


A Closer Look

I take a closer look at the relic which is a piece of bone from the Saint.


Confess Yer Aul Sin's

Before Mass is celebrated, Fr.Maher hears the confessions of his parishioners. This is the first time I’ve seen the inside of a confessional.


Time For Prayer

After hearing all those confessions, Fr.Maher prays a rosary for his parishioners before Mass.


The Sacristy

Fr.Maher prepares for Mass. I notice a book near his left hand and pose a question as to what it might be.


Dressed To Praise

Robed with vestments of Our Lady Of Fatima that he got 10 years ago in Portugal, Fr.Maher turns and shows me the book, a biography of Lucia. It's the latest most popular book doing the rounds and so it stays with him at all times.


The Homily

Fr.Maher preaches an interesting homily. The focus of his homilies are always a certain type of prayer. Can you take a guess at what prayer that might be?


Lifting Up Jesus

Raising the Body of Christ, Fr.Maher sees nothing else. Neither death nor life stand in the way of this awesome moment.


Raising The Chalice

Fr.Maher raises the Chalice along with a solemnity of heart, soul and mind that is always directed towards Christ.


Quiet Reflection

Fr.Maher sits in his chair to reflect on the most incredible moment the earth will ever experience where God descends to us in the mystery of the Mass. His eyes were closed and he surprised me by opening them so I captured that moment.



It Is Finished

After Mass Fr.Maher takes the long way home and walks from the Church back to his cell but he's not finished yet and is about to embark on another adventure.


The Priests' Beach

We drove from the Parochial house 5 minutes to the seaside village of Blackrock. You can only imagine the laughter and humor that ensued when we happened to come across ''The Priests' Beach''. It was all meant to be and I am probably the only one who can say I walked that beach with an actual priest by my side.


Save Our Souls

Walking down to the beach I hear Fr.Maher calling me to turn around. He has spotted something that I missed. With great humor and joy he exclaimed ''Hey Stephen!

Indeed Fr.Maher is the life saver thrown by Christ into the turbulent and troubled waters of the world, to save us from drowning in our sorrows and sins.


Portrait Of Wisdom

Walking along the beach it was hard for us not to discuss and ponder the stories where Jesus himself preached from the shores of Galilee. The wonderful thing about the parables is that they are timeless and you can't really put a date to them. No matter where you go the earth always reminds you of a parable.



Pondering Eternity

It was here that I took my final photo to finish our day together. As he stood on ''The Priests' Beach'' pondering eternity, a sudden Divine sorrow mingled with joy came over me that today of all days was (as Fr.Maher always puts it) ''A Divine Appointment''.

I believe and I hope that, when my time comes to go forth into eternity, such a moment will be life in the full sense, a plunging ever anew into the vastness of being, in which I will be overwhelmed with joy. This is how Jesus expresses it in St John’s Gospel: “I will see you again and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.”
— Father Michael Maher

The Universe, Mankind, Animals And Trash by Stephen Mc Elligott


The Universe, Mankind, Animals And Trash

Camera Mode: Aperture Priority
ISO: 1600
Shutter Speed: 1/1000s
Aperture: f/8
Focal Length: 70mm
Lens: Tamron SP 24-70mm

Walking past this young man I saw the entire Universe summed up in one photo. The way the light is upon the young man as he sits eating his lunch being framed by the backdrop of the constellations of stars is amazing. The rhythm of him with the pigeon and the beer can seemed to tell the story of the entire universe coming together.

I shot it at f/8 as is usual with street photography to get maximum depth of field and at 1/1000’s of a second for fear the pigeon may fly and I wanted to be able to freeze him if needs be. I’ve always found that being prepared for another possible composition arriving ahead of time is better. It’s important to anticipate our subjects next move so as never to miss a shot should it arise.

Why People Think You Should Smile For The Camera by Stephen Mc Elligott


‘‘Say cheese’’ says Auntie Ann when she points the camera in your direction. If you refuse to smile then oh boy you’re in trouble and frustration ensues from the whole family because you’re not doing what’s expected of everyone who stands in front of a camera.

Why then, are people like this when it comes to taking photos? Well I’m no great expert on the history but somewhere before the mid-20th century nobody ever smiled for the camera. Take a look at some photos of the Russian Tsar and how solemn he and his kids appearance is.Take a look at almost any photograph from that era and you will see even little children looking so solemn.

In fact lets go back even further before the invention of photography and the painting of Christian and Buddhist icons which always depict Jesus Christ or Buddha as not smiling. Isn’t it a bit ironic then that Jesus and Buddha who are associated with peace and happiness are almost never smiling in pictures? Most medieval portraiture has almost no smiling faces at all, isn’t that incredible?

Photography wasn’t affordable over 100 years ago and so only the really wealthy and those of royal blood could afford it. It was not until the arrival of the affordable domestic use of the camera many years later did people begin to smile because everyone wanted ‘‘happy’’ memories for their holidays and family gatherings so the expectation to express happiness suddenly became the new culture.

I’m writing this because when I posted my self portrait on Facebook today most people commented ‘‘Hey, why aren’t you smiling?’’ or ‘‘Why are you so serious?’’

Well . . . now you know a little bit more about why you expect me to smile.

How to Photograph A Waterfall by Stephen Mc Elligott



Olympus OMD EM5
F/22, 40sec, ISO100
12mm (24mm on full frame)

RULE#1 Time Of Day Is Important

You've decided you want to venture outside (or into the woods) and capture a waterfall. As intimidating as it may seem, it's not altogether that problematic as long as you abide by a few rules.

The first rule you need to adhere to is the time of day. I find the perfect time of day is when the sun is not splitting the trees. On the contrary a dull overcast day is precisely the perfect soft lighting you need. When the sun is splitting the trees you get harsh light and hot spots in your photo and it can really destroy your image. There are exceptions to the rule when photographing in the woods sun splitting images but for waterfalls it's generally not a good idea to go out on a sunny day.


RULE#2 Use The Right Equipment


Get yourself a pair of wellies or waterproof boots. Depending upon the depth of the water I generally use one's that go no higher than the knee so nothing too major. You will need a 10 stop ND filter and also a polarizing filter. The 10 stop filter will force your shutter to stay open longer like the referenced photo above shot at 40 second exposure. The polarizing filter is a good piece of equipment as it will eliminate any existing reflections that are on the rocks including the glare in the water.

Generally speaking with a polarizing filter you must be at a 56 degree angle to your subject for it to work most efficiently. Looking at my photo you can see I got rid of some of the reflection on the rocks but it didn't quite get rid of all of it. Not such a big deal really but if you can cut some of it out why not? Furthermore the polarizing filter adds an extra stop of light giving you additional time where the shutter will be open. 

Last but not least is the need for a very good tripod and to be honest I'm using one I bought here for €80.00 or so. It was a manfrotto so you can get away with a more affordable tripod depending upon the weather conditions and the rapid movement of the water. In the woods where I am I've literally got no wind to contend with at all and I'm shielded from it by the large rocks and surrounding trees behind me.


RULE#3 Composition And Camera Settings

I don't get too encumbered by camera settings when it comes to long exposure so I'll just choose the smallest aperture available to me on the lens in this case it being f/22. You may want to shoot at 8, 11 or 16 but it all depends upon what kind of exposure you're looking for and the desired finished image you wish to achieve. I had a large foreground here so I splashed out at f/22 to get as much depth of field as possible and nice silky smooth water. Composition is dependent upon the type of waterfall, stream or nice rapid river that you're currently exploring. I generally try to shoot wide with something in the foreground. I've seen some amazing waterfalls from Iceland where the person photographs themselves or a friend in the foreground in order to give the viewer a sense of the sheer awesomeness and epic size of the waterfall that they're looking at.


Little Splash Of Advice

We only ever get out of photography what we put into it. Sometimes you may see a nice composition but it's covered in debris from the storm the night before. If it's possible then removing this may be your only option to getting the photo but I don't recommend any unsafe practices. If it's a park where many people congregate sadly litter bugs are plentiful among us and so be sure to examine the area for any plastic wrappers or rubbish hiding among the rocks. Sometimes you may be required to get into the water and walk upstream until you find a nice composition. Your enthusiasm in such a strenuous hike into the woods will also determine just how good of a picture you come home with.

I'm sure you may still have some questions so please feel free to ask me anything in the comment section provided below. Best of luck!!!



Olympus OMD EM5
F/8, 20sec, ISO100
45mm (90mm full frame)


The Last Hermit Of Ireland by Stephen Mc Elligott



Fr.David was born in Wales and raised in the Baptist Church. In his mid teens he spent most of his life trying to convert Catholics until he happened to stumble into his local Catholic Church one day in the late 60's.

He was immediately blown away by the Latin chants, the billowing incense and the sense of the mystical that encompassed the entire liturgy.

Shortly after his conversion, although he was too young to enter the monastic life, they bent the rules in his favor.

With his parents blessing he went to be a Monk in France where he spent most of his life before moving around the monasteries of Europe, ending up in Italy and finally arriving in the village of Duleek, Ireland, where he now resides indefinitely.

Fr.David has given me the very rare invitation to document his daily life. Hermits don't normally allow this given the nature of their vocation to be in total silence. I am therefore grateful he allowed me in.




Bible Stories

Fr.David Jones reads me some of his favorite Bible stories. I asked him to show me his favorite place to read. He said ''this chair would be where I sit and read my favorite book of all ''The Bible''.

I sat him in the chair and he read his book which he did so but silently at first. I captured this silence and asked him to read aloud if he wishes to do so.


Lazarus Rise

Fr.David reads aloud the story of Lazarus raised from the dead found in the Gospel of John chapter 11.


Writing To Reach You

Fr.David writes a letter to a dear friend pondering his next line.


Holy Inspiration

Icons of Jesus inspire Fr.David Jones in his writing. 

The Divine Office

After Fr.David finished writing his important letters, it was time for the Divine office. I was mesmerized by the humility of kneeling on the uncomfortable floor for 20 minutes.


The Narrow Door

As I alternated between lenses in the kitchen, I spotted an opportunity here to convey the Gospel message that the door to heaven is narrow: "Make every effort to enter through the narrow door, because many, I tell you, will try to enter and will not be able to.'' Luke:13:24


YouTube It

Fr.David speaks to his audience by means of his YouTube Channel which you can view here


The Altar

Fr.David has two altars of which pictured here contains a relic of the true Cross of Christ.


A Refreshing Drink

All that prayer and worship does make one thirsty. After satisfying the thirst of Christ for Love, Fr.David now tends to his own thirst.



Fr.David Jones leads us through vespers. The soft kneeler's are available to him, but he prefers to kneel on the hard floor.

In the ascetic life discomfort is not just there to keep Monks humble but helps with their concentration on prayer.


Let There Be Light

A light illuminates his Divine office prayer book, enabling him to see in the dimly lit chapel where the true light comes to illuminate the darkness of our souls.


Crucified To The World

A closer look at the Crucifix that hangs above Fr.Davids Tabernacle, forever reminding him he must be crucified to the world on a daily basis for the rest of his days.


The Eternal Light

This light that burns beside the Blessed Sacrament must always be burning and never allowed to go out, just like the light within us should always be lit and never die out. (Matthew:25:1-13) 


A Marian Altar

An altar dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary greets us prior to entering the chapel.

Whilst Fr.David finished his prayers I came out here to take a closer look.


A Host Awaits His Guest

Fr.David came out after prayer and calmly waited for me to finish so I took a photograph of him whilst doing so.


Towards The Light

As father David spoke with me he looked out the window and I take a photograph of him in the midst of this.


Awake O Sleeper Eph:5:14

I asked Father David to show me his sleeping quarters. Upon entering I asked him to show me the first thing he does when he awakens.

Arising from his bed he sits and reads a book ''The Real Presence Through The Ages'' by '' Michael L. Gaudoin-Parker '' on ''the adoration of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament on the Altar.''


Light And Darkness

In the midst of reading an excerpt from his book, I noticed a contrast between the light and darkness that encompassed Fr.David, as if to illustrate that fight between light and darkness within us all.


One Last Bible Story

Fr.David takes me back to his main Chapel where he reads one last story.

I invite him to look at the camera where he surprises me with a gentle smile, providing me with a rare glimpse of the radiant joy of Christ within him.

From my own perspective, I see a face that has been through so many battles in life.

From his initial conversion and struggle with the world inside, to the 10 year vow of silence and fight to quiet his old self, It's impossible not to be inspired.

Fr.Jones obviously found the treasure most of us seek. And instead of hiding it, points us all in the direction where we too can avail of such Graces.

In Recent months I took my son to see ''The Last Jedi'' Star Wars movie in which Jedi Master Luke Skywalker in a troubled galaxy, becomes the last Jedi in the rebellion against evil.

I realized how such fiction was actually a reflection of the truth, that I was in the presence of possibly the last spiritual master himself, ''The Last Hermit Of Ireland.''

Maybe I'm wrong and there are more of them out there. If there is, I must find them.

The Irish people need to know that Christianity is not yet dead and that a ''new rebellion'' will rise from the ashes once again.


The Departure

When It came time for me to leave, it wasn't easy as Fr.David made quite the impression upon me.

People like Fr.David sometimes without saying anything at all, by their very life, remove us from the comfort zone we've developed for ourselves.

I would liked to have stayed much longer with Father David, but I realized that I have a wife and two children at home I must attend to.In my house (or domestic Church) we wage the same war just on a different part of the same battlefield.

I came to understand that this is a war in which our weapons may differ, the end goal being always the same. . . getting to heaven. It is very easy for us to see Father David as looking to become an escapist seeking only to run away from the world.

Countering this thought, we must admit that all of us are escapists who run from silence forever entertaining our our idle thoughts. We all run away from God to cower into the corner of comforting leisure's which serve only to exclude him.

Leisure's such as alcohol, drugs, the cinema, video games, facebook and social media, all of which we use as a means to run away from the real fight in front of us.The more I got to know Fr.David, I began to see him not as an escapist, but a brave man who has decided to confront the world within himself that most of us are unwilling to confront.

Like the monks of the past, he goes into the desert to confront the Devil for the sake of all our souls. He inspires us to take up the same fight in whatever position we find ourselves in, be it the religious life or one in which we struggle with an upside down world opposed to all that is Holy.

I hope you've enjoyed this documentary of Fr.David and I'm eager to see him again as he's left the door open for future visits.