I was once a haloed angel but never since ...

On a Good Friday afternoon, years ago in the little Arney chapel in Co Fermanagh, the people filed up the aisle to kiss the crucifix held by Father Donnelly, the parish priest, writes Cormac MacConnell.
I was once a haloed angel but never since ...

On a Good Friday afternoon, years ago in the little Arney chapel in Co Fermanagh, the people filed up the aisle to kiss the crucifix held by Father Donnelly, the parish priest.

He was then the tallest clergyman in all Ireland.

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