Tag: Irish Saints

  • The Monastic Teaching of Saint Molua

    Canon O’Hanlon’s account of Saint Molua (Lugid) in his Lives of the Irish Saints paints a picture of the type of teaching the saint imparted to those pursuing the monastic life under his care. He was credited with having written an austere monastic rule, but the text does not seem to have survived. In the first incident, Saint Molua deals with a novice lay brother who hasn’t quite grasped the idea of living in community:

    ‘A great number of monks flocked to Clonfert Molua, and placed themselves under the rule of its holy abbot, who received them most affectionately. Indeed, it was his habitual practice, to deal leniently with all his subjects; so that only by mild persuasions, and without asperity of speech or manner, did he seek their spiritual correction or improvement. An anecdote is related, whereby we may understand, he had an indirect and a pleasantly quiet way for administering reproof. A laic, who was probably with him as a novice, seems to have been so eccentric, that he did not wish any other person to live in the house with him. One day, while he was alone, Lugid paid him a visit, and found that he was sitting before the fire warming himself. Then said the laic to him: “Sit down and warm your feet.” Lugid replied: ” You give me good advice,” and he sat down. However, the man went out, and on returning, he found Lugid walking about the fireplace and turning around, so as to obstruct the heat from reaching the owner. Then said the laic to him : “Why are you thus acting, or why do you walk before the fire?” Then Lugid replied in a vein of satiric humour : “I do so turn myself, that I may receive the whole benefit of the blaze, and that it alone may warm every part of my body.” The reproof was felt, and then that man consented to have another share his place of dwelling.’

    In the second incident, Saint Molua offers some thoughts on the subject of confession:

    ‘Having approached a spot called Tuaim Domnaich, near which a cross was erected, a certain monk accompanying him felt great contrition, because he had not confessed the sins, committed on that day, to his director. He asked the permission of our saint, that he might be able to repair such a fault. “But, is it so great a sin,” said he, “to avoid confession in this life? or is it not quite sufficient, to ask pardon of God for our sins? ” Molua said: ” If a man do not confess his sins, he cannot obtain pardon, unless the omnipotent God in his mercy shall grant it to the penitent, after inflicting a great punishment of penance on him here, and after a public accusation by the Devil, on the day of future judgment. For, as the pavement of a house is daily covered by the roof, so must the soul be covered by daily confession.” The monk, hearing this from his abbot, promised to confess his venial faults, which he afterwards did with great exactness, while the saint and his brethren were greatly rejoiced, because this monk abandoned his former presumption’.

    And in the third story, he teaches a former bard the value of humility, obedience, and perseverance:

    ‘A bard named Conan had joined his religious community, but he was not used to manual labour. One day, Lugid said to him : “Let us go together, and do a little work.” Taking with them two reaping-hooks, and going into a wood, they found there a great quantity of thistles. Then said Lugid: ” Come, and let us cut down this brake of thistles together.” Conan answered, “I alone can cut them off”; when Lugid pressing a fork against one of the thistles, the bard soon struck it down. Then the abbot told him to cease work for that day, much to the surprise of Conan, and both returned to the monastery. Going again the next day, they cut down only two thistles; on the third day, they cut down three; and on each succeeding day, they cut down one more in addition. It was probably to give a practical lesson in persevering industry to his monk, that the abbot so willed. In due course, a great clearance was effected, and afterwards the open was characterized as the Road of Conan. ‘

    Towards the end of his account of Saint Molua’s life, O’Hanlon gives a most beautiful description of the saint’s final testament to his monastic family:

    ‘Finding the day of his departure about to approach, our saint called his monks together, and in giving many other precepts for their guidance, he said to them: “Beloved brethren, till the land and labour well, that you may have a sufficiency for food, for drink, and for clothing; for where a competence shall be found among God’s servants, there must be stability; where stability is found, there shall be religion, and the end of true religion is life everlasting. My dearly beloved children, let constancy be found among you, and proper silence; take care of the pilgrims; and on account of prayer, love to labour with your own hands. Receive strangers always for Christ’s sake; spend the morning in prayer; read afterwards, and then toil until evening; while finding time also for God’s work, and for other necessities.” Thus he exhorted his religious, according to the spirit of his Rule, and with the tenderness of a father, bestowing his last best gifts on his beloved children.’

  • The Testament of Saint Arbogast

    July 21 is the feast of Saint Arbogast, an Irish saint who laboured in Strassburg. Below is a poem in his honour composed by the Irish born poet, Thomas D’Arcy McGee (1825-1868). It deals with the final testament of Saint Arbogast, as he lay on his deathbed:

    THE TESTAMENT OF ST. ARBOGAST.

    St. Arbogast, the bishop, lay

    On his bed of death in Strasburg Palace,
    And, just at the dawn of his dying day,
    Into his own hands took the chalice;
    And, praying devoutly, he received
    The blessed Host, and thus address’d
    His chapter who around him grieved.
    And sobbing, heard his last request.

    Quoth he; — “The sinful man you see
    Was born beyond the western sea.
    In Ireland, whence, ordain’d, he came,
    In Alsace, to preach in Jesus’ name.
    There, in my cell in Hagueneau,
    Many unto the One I drew;
    There fared King Dagobert one day,
    With all his forestrie array,
    Chasing out wolves and beasts unclean,
    As I did errors from God’s domain;
    The king approached our cell, and he
    Esteem’d our assiduity:
    And, when the bless’d St. Amand died.
    He called us to his seat and sighed.
    And charged us watch and ward to keep
    In Strasburg o’er our Master’s sheep.

    “Mitre of gold we never sought
    Cope of silver to us was nought —
    Jewel’d crook and painted book
    We disregarded, but, perforce, took.
    Ah! oft in Strasburg’s cathedral
    We sighed for one rude cell so small,
    And often from the bishop’s throne
    To the forest’s depths we would have flown.
    But that one duty to Him who made us
    His shepherd in this see, forbade us.

    “And now “— St. Arbogast spoke slow
    But words were firm, tho’ voice was low —
    “God doth require His servant hence.
    And our hope is His omnipotence.
    But bury me not, dear brethren, with
    The pomp of torches or music, sith
    Such idle and unholy slate
    Should ne’er on a Christian bishop wait; –
    Leave cope of silver and painted book
    Mitre of gold and jewel’d crook
    Apart in the vestry’s darkest nook;
    But in Mount Michael bury me.
    Beneath the felon’s penal tree –
    So Christ our Lord lay at Calvary.
    This do, as ye my blessing prize.
    And God keep you pure and wise! ”
    These were the words, they were the last,
    Of the blessed Bishop Arbogast.

    THOMAS D’ARCY MC GEE.

    Daniel Connolly. Ed., The Household Library of Ireland’s Poets, with Full and Choice Selections from the Irish-American Poets (New York, 1887), 703.

  • Saint Gobbán Beg, July 16

    There are a number of saints called Gobbán to be found on the Irish calendars. Occasionally their names are accompanied by a patronymic or an epithet. There is, for example a Gobán Corr ‘the stooped’ and a Gobán Fionn ‘the fair’. The name is also found in a feminine form, as in Saint Gobnait of Ballyvourney. It ultimately derives from gobha ‘smith’ and thus gives rise to that doyen of   legendary craftsmen the Gobán Saor. Today we have one of these saints commemorated on the Irish calendars, Gobbán Beg. The Irish word beag means small or little so Canon O’Hanlon speculates that he must have been a holy man small of stature:

    St. Gobban, Beg.

    At this date—xvii. of the August Kalends—the Irish Kalendars introduce a Feast for a St. Gobban, surnamed “the small.” The simple record, Gobban, occurs in the Martyrology of Tallagh, at the 16th of July. In the Martyrology of Donegal, at the same date, the name is written Gobban, Beg. We may presume, he had been so denominated from his small stature ; for the word beg signifies “little.” In the Irish Calendar, among the Ordnance Survey muniments, he is set down at the xvii. of the August Kalends—July 16th—under a similar appellation. 

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