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      From: richarra@gmail.com              September 9th - St. Ciaran of Clonmacnoise       (also known as Kieran, Kyran, Ceran, Queran)              Born in Connacht, Ireland, c. 516; died at Clonmacnoise, c. 556. Saint       Ciaran is one of the 12 Apostles of Ireland. Born into a Meath family of       pre-Celtic descent, Saint Ciaran was the son of the carpenter Beoit. As a       boy he left home with a dun cow for company in order to be trained for the       monastic life in Saint Finnian's monastery at Clonard. At Clonard he taught       the daughter of the king of Cuala because he was considered the most learned       monk in the abbey.              About 534, he migrated to Inishmore in the Aran Islands, where he spent       seven years learning from Saint Enda and was ordained priest. He left after       having a vision that Enda interpreted for him. Ciaran travelled slowly       eastward, first Scattery Island where he learned from Saint Senan, then to       Isel in the center of Ireland. He was forced to leave here because of his       excessive charity and moved on to Inis Aingin (Hare Island).              He left there with eight companions and eventually settled at Clonmacnoise       on the Shannon River south of Athlone in the West Meath, where he built       Clonmacnoise monastery. He gave his monks an extremely austere rule, known       as the Law of Kieran. The saint is said to have lived only seven months       after founding the great school of Clonmacnoise, dying at the age of 34.       Clonmacnoise may have been one of the most famous in Ireland, attracting       students from throughout the country. The monastery survived many invasions       and raids until 1552, and there are still many notable ruins remaining from       its early days. Although Ciaran's shrine was plundered several times during       the medieval period, the Clonmacnoise crozier remains in the National Museum       in Dublin.              The following stories derive from the "Vitae Sanctorum Hiberniae" as       translated by Plummer, which includes the moving account of his death:              The abbot Ciaran "was like a burning lamp, of charity so rare that not only       did the fervor and devotion of his pitiful heart go out to the relieving of       the hunger of men, but he showed himself tireless in caring for the dumb       beasts in their necessity. . . ."              Ciaran left Saint Senan to live for a time with his brethren Luchen, abbot,       and Odran, prior, at Isel Monastery, where he was appointed almoner. One day       "Ciaran was reading out of doors in the graveyard in the sun, when he       suddenly spied some weary travellers going into the guest house; and       hurriedly getting up, he forgot his book, and it lay open out of doors until       the morrow.                     "Meantime, as he busied himself settling his guests in their quarters and       bathing their feet and eagerly tending them, the night fell. In that same       night there fell great rains; but by God's will the open book was found dry       and sound; not a drop of rain had fallen upon it, and all the ground round       about it was damp. For which Saint Ciaran and his brethren gave Christ       praise. . . .       "One day, when Saint Ciaran was working in the field, there came to him a       poor man asking for alms. At that very hour a chariot with two horses had       been brought in offering to Saint Ciaran by a certain lord, the son of       Crimthann, King of Connaught; and these horses and chariot gave Ciaran to       this poor man.              "Now Saint Ciaran's brothers could not endure the vastness of his charity,       for every day he divided their substance among the poor, and so they said to       him, 'Brother, depart from us; for we cannot live in the same place with       thee and feed and keep our brethren for God, because of thy unbounded       lavishness.' To whom Saint Ciaran made reply: 'If I had remained in this       place, it would not have been Isel (that is, the low-lying): not low but       high, but great and honorable.'              "And with that Saint Ciaran blessed his brothers, and taking his wallet with       his books on his shoulder, he set out from thence. And when he had gone a       little way from the place, there met him on the path a stag, awaiting him in       all gentleness; and Saint Ciaran set his wallet on his back, and wherever       the stag went, the blessed Ciaran followed him. And the stag came to Lough       Ree, which is in the east of Connaught, and stood over against Hare Island,       which is in the lake.              "Then Saint Ciaran knew that God had called him to that island; and blessing       the stag, he sent him away, and went to that island and dwelt there. And the       fame of his holiness spread abroad, and from far and near good men came       together to him, and Saint Ciaran made them his monks. . . .              "And one day as they rowed across, Saint Ciaran's gospel which a brother was       holding carelessly fell into the lake, and for a great while it lay under       the waters and was not found. But one summer day the cows came into the       lake, to cool themselves in the water from the great heat of the sun; and       when they were coming out from it, the leather wallet in which the Gospel       had been put had caught about the foot of one of the cows, and so the cow       dragged the wallet with her back to dry land; and inside the sodden leather       the book of the Gospel was found, clean and dry and shining white, with no       trace of damp, as if it had been hidden in a library. For which Saint Ciaran       rejoiced, and his brethren with him. . . .              "And after these things came a man of Munster . . . Donnan by name, to       Saint, Ciaran dwelling on Hare Island. And to him one day Saint Ciaran said,       'What seek you, my father, in these parts?' And Saint Donnan replied,       'Master, I seek a place to abide in, where I may serve Christ in exile.'              "Then said Saint Ciaran, 'Abide, father, in this place; for I shall go to       some other; I know that this is not the place of my resurrection.' Then       Saint Ciaran gave Hare Island with his household goods to Saint Donnan, and       came to a place called Ard Mantain on the River Shannon; but he would not       dwell in that place, and said, 'I will not to dwell in this place, for here       there will be a great plenty of the things of this world, and worldly       delight; and heard would it be for the souls of my disciples to go to       heaven, if I should live here, for the place belongs to the men of this       world.'              "And thereafter Saint Ciaran left that place and came to the place which was       called of old Ard Tiprat, but is now called Clonmacnoise. And coming to the       place he said: 'Here shall I dwell; for many souls shall go forth from this       place to the Kingdom of God; and in this place shall my resurrection be.' So       there the blessed Ciaran lived with his disciples, and began to found a       great monastery there; and many found all sides came to him, and his parish       spread about him far; and the name of Saint Ciaran was famous throughout all       Ireland. And a famous and holy city rose in that place to the honor of Saint              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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