Feeling the power of the pulpit

My track record for telling the pure truth here should be well established by now. Yet still there are doubters and naysayers who continue to allege that at the very least, Cormac elasticates the truth more than occasionally. I robustly deny that, of course.

Accordingly, those doubters will again shake their heads this Thursday, when Isay that this old papish from rural Fermanagh preached and orated from no less than two dignified Protestant pulpits in Co Cork last weekend. And has not been inside a confessional box since.

Those pulpits, as a matter of fact, were located in Saint Colman’s ancient church in Farrahy, at the heart of the sun-soaked village of Kildorrery, and in the serene Kingston College chapel in Mitchelstown. Both were serving at the Mitchelstown Literary Festival, and it was my official duty, as MC, to mount them, in order to introduce the lecturers involved in what was a most stimulating weekend.