Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Mother of the Essential

Mary Statue at the Carmelite Monastery of Valmadonna, Italy
Dear Friends,

Back in 2010, I spent a few days at the Carmelite Monastery of Valmadonna in northern Italy. I still have a prayer card from there with a beautiful prayer to the Blessed Mother that I pray. Here’s a translation in case you would like to pray it too!

O mother of LOVE,
Treasure of CALM and SERENITY,
we love you for the light
From your lowered eyes,
for the peace of your gaze,
for the revealing attitude
of your inner fullness.

You are the VIRGIN of the INVISIBLE and the ESSENTIAL.
We beg you to detach us,
to remove us from everything that is seen
to bring us back and fix us
on the INVISIBLE that your eyes contemplate:
the invisible PRESENCE, 
the invisible LIFE,
the invisible ACTION, 
the invisible LOVE.

In our busy, overworked days,
May YOU keep us in the light of things
which we do not see.

Through the secondary things
That cry out to us and seduce us often,
give us, o MOTHER
an understanding of and a hunger for the ESSENTIAL.

(M.T. DE Lescure)

Original in French here

Saturday, August 4, 2018

Saint Kevin Book Research Trip

The Round Tower of Glendalough with the Glendasan river

Dear Family and Friends,

I think it was when I was pouring over the hand-written fifteenth-century manuscript in the oldest library in Ireland and discovered a tiny drawing of a little monk’s head that I realized I was really having fun.

It was all part of my research trip to Ireland for a book on the life of Saint Kevin. 

Entrance to Saint Kevin's Monastery in Glendalough

I wrote about why I wanted to write the book here. After putting together a gofundme campaign, I told Saint Kevin that if he wanted me to write a book about him then he’d have to come up with the funds! Lo and behold about a week before I was set to leave, exactly enough money came in. Thank you to everyone who contributed! 

Royalmont Academy High School Seniors Hiking Bray Head by the Irish Sea

The first part of my trip was spent with the High School seniors from Royalmont Academy, the school where I am chaplain. We climbed mountains and visited churches, castles, and towns galore. We went to mass with the Irish people. Some of us made it to the top of Croagh Patrick, even though the wind was strong enough to knock you down and it was snowing up top. Others got to ride an Irish Clydesdale. I got to celebrate my first Easter Vigil and Holy Thursday masses as a priest. We visited the cliffs of Moher, Trim Castle, Dublin, Galway, The shrine of Our Lady of Knock, and much much more. They taught me how to play the "family game"—fun!—and also introduced me to a lot of lively new music I had never heard. We had a blessed time together.

with the statue of Saint Kevin in Hollywood

After sending them on their way home at the airport, I set to work on my Saint Kevin research. Kevin is a hard nut to crack because he died in 618 and almost everything we know about him dates to much later. For centuries, there was just an oral tradition about his life. 

My original plan had been to spend my time in Ireland actually writing my book, but it quickly became apparent that research was the name of the game—there is very little out there about Kevin, so I was going to have to dig. I needed to put flesh on the bones of his story.

Marsh's Library in Dublin

My new goal became to visit every single place where Kevin lived and to talk with anyone who knew anything about him. This started at one of my favorite places, Marsh’s Library in Dublin.

the upper lake in Glendalough

Founded in 1701, it is the oldest public library in Ireland. The books are ancient, and they are kept in the same arrangement as in the 1700’s. Back in those days, while you read a book you were locked in a cage. They still have the cages!

Another view of the upper lake

I came for the oldest life of Saint Kevin, contained in a handwritten latin manuscript called the “Codex Kilkenniensis.” It’s over 500 years old. The librarian was kind enough to let me examine and photograph the manuscript for about two hours. No, they didn’t lock me in a cage, though they did have someone watching me the whole time. It was in the pages of the Codex that I found that 500+ year-old illustration of a little monk’s head. 
the round tower in Glendalough

As we speak, I am working on my own translation of the Latin life using the photos I took of the manuscript. It’s quite fun! 

While in Dublin I wanted to visit the place where Kevin allegedly went to school, Kilnamanagh. But when I got there, it was all houses and shopping centers! I was about to give up when I saw a sign for Saint Kevin’s Parish.

The church was quite modern, but the parish staff welcomed me and told me all they could. Turns out the developer who built the houses had knocked down the remains of the monastery and an old castle to make way for the construction. 
Saint Kevin's Holy Well, Kilnamanagh, where Kevin went to school

That was when Enda spoke up. He was the groundskeeper of the parish, and he explained that there was still part of the monastery left. One piece of land flooded so regularly that the developer couldn’t build on it. So he gave it to the parish. It was the place where Saint Kevin’s Holy Well is.

Saint Kevin's other Holy Well near Roundwood

Saint Kevin's other other Holy Well in Hollywood

Enda took me to the well, which sits right smack dab between two houses. It was a little green space in the middle of the neighborhood. Kevin’s holy well sits in the back left corner of the lot. It was the first of three holy wells I found dedicated to Saint Kevin. He's quite popular!

Round Tower in Clondalkin, where Kevin was baptized

That was the start of my location research. Next I visited Clondalkin, where Kevin was allegedly baptized. It’s a bustling suburb of Dublin with an ancient stone round tower sticking up right in the middle of all the hubbub.

Saint Kevin's Chair - Legend has it he threw this hunk of stone from his cave about a thousand feet!

Saint Kevin ran away from school when he was quite young to be a hermit in a place called Hollywood. I went there and visited the cave where he lived and the hunk of stone called Saint Kevin’s chair. 

Saint Kevin's Cave in Hollywood

But Hollywood wasn’t secluded enough, so Saint Kevin traveled to what I believe is the most beautiful place in Ireland, Glendalough. And in Glendalough I spent most of my time.

Saint Kevin's Bed above the upper lake in Glendalough

Closer view of Saint Kevin's Bed
Glendalough—Gleann Dá Loc—means “valley of the two lakes”. Here Saint Kevin found solitude at first in a hollow tree, then in an impossible-to-reach cave (Saint Kevin's Bed) in the middle of a cliff above a lake. Further down the valley Saint Kevin established a monastery that eventually grew to be a center of learning and culture with thousands of inhabitants.

View of the monastery ruins at Glendalough from the mountains
I walked the trails and visited the ruins of the churches and met with the curator of the Visitor’s center there. I also talked with Father Thady Doyle, a priest who is an expert on Saint Kevin and runs a small chapel and bookstore nearby.

Ardstraw bridge - where warring clans would make their peace

One day I took a road trip to Northern Ireland to visit Adrstraw, where Kevin spent some time helping his uncle found a monastery. Another day I hiked the 19 mile Saint Kevin’s Way, an ancient pilgrimage route following Kevin’s first trip from Hollywood to Glendalough. A local dog named Charlie accompanied me about 9 of those miles before I called his owner, who picked him up. Charlie was my guardian angel!
Saint Kevin's Pool along Saint Kevin's Way

Charlie, my Guardian Angel Dog - kept me company while walking Saint Kevin's Way
Saint Kevin's Way
The stories we have of Kevin’s life are great reading. My favorite is how Kevin was praying one Lent with his arms outstretched in the form of a cross. As he prayed, a blackbird landed on his hand, built a nest, and laid its eggs. Kevin held his hand out for days on end until the eggs hatched, the baby birds grew up, and then finally flew away. When asked why he did such a thing, Kevin said that the pain in his hand was nothing compared to the pain that Jesus suffered for us on the cross. Wow!
The birds in Glendalough are quite friendly to this day!

Animals appear in many of the stories of his life, and Saint Kevin is kind of the Francis of Assisi of Ireland. An otter used to bring him a trout from the lake every morning for his breakfast!

Lots of sheep!

Right now, I’m going through my research and especially working on translating Kevin’s life from the Latin. God willing I can put together an engaging book about his life, much like what I did for Saint José. 

Mountain goats

Talking of Saint José, my publisher sent back their most recent corrections, and I’ve been working through them. They catch everything—thankfully—so I’ve been polishing and tweaking all kinds of little details. Hopefully that book will be published this Spring!

Irish Stag
So that’s my update. Again, many many thanks to everyone who helped sponsor my time in Ireland. Before going, I didn’t feel like I had the ingredients for my story, but now I do, thanks to the time I was able to spend there. I don't want to just write a history book, I want to make Kevin's story come alive so that his witness can inspire many. Walking the paths he walked, seeing the sights he saw, the smells he smelled, the sounds he heard, even trying the" Saint Kevin Cheeseburger" at a local pub--I think my research trip was well worth it.

"Saint Kevin's Cheeseburger"- I doubt he ever tried one of these, but I bet he'd approve!

I will try to keep you all informed on how the writing goes!

May you all have a blessed fall!

Father Kevin 

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Saint Kevin Book Gofundme

in Glendalough Ireland with a group of boys
Dear family and friends,

Could you please sponsor me? I want to write a book about Saint Kevin, and I’d like to begin with a research trip. I’ve set up a GoFundMe campaign:

Let me explain.

in Glendalough with a group of pilgrims last July
One day, when I was about seven, I pulled the encyclopedia off the shelf and looked up my name, “Kevin.” The entry was short: Kevin was a monk and the founder of a monastery in Glendalough. He was a saint. “Cool!” I thought, “but what’s Glendalough?”

Saint Kevin holding a blackbird - cool story, stay tuned for the book!

Turns out it’s a valley with two lakes in Ireland. There was even a picture in the encyclopedia showing a huge 100 foot round tower that stood there.

I had stumbled upon a mystery that is still calling me. A story I feel called to tell.

Just last May I met with the publisher of my first book, “Saint Jose”. It is the story of a young Mexican martyr who inspired me to become a priest. As we were talking, the publisher asked if I was thinking of writing any other books about saints. I told him I was, and mentioned Saint Kevin. “If you write it, we’ll publish it,” he said.
The Valley of Glendalough
Saint Kevin is kind of the Saint Francis of Assisi of Ireland. He was an amazing man who is surrounded in legends and myths. Like I did with Saint Jose, I would like to use all of the facts we know and bring his story to life for young and old readers alike. I believe that the lives of the saints engagingly told like this can inspire us in a way that theories can’t.

In late March, I will accompany the seniors at the school where I’m chaplain on their senior trip to Ireland. After they return home, I would like to stay for a week and work on the book about St Kevin. I need to do some research, get a better feel for the places where St Kevin lived, and above all write.
by the Upper Lake last July
I need to cover my lodging, transportation, food, phone,  and dark chocolate costs. Would you be willing to sponsor me please? Any amount would help. You could donate via my Gofundme page: or send a tax-deductible donation to:
LC Pastoral Services
8162 Chestershire Drive, 
Cincinnati OH 45241
a diorama of the monastery at its height
I will try to keep you updated as I work on the book. Please say a prayer that everything works out, so that I can bring the story of this great Irish saint, my patron, to life.

Saint Kevin, Pray for us!

Father Kevin McKenzie LC

Saturday, December 23, 2017

so much to be grateful for this year

at the Shrine of Our Lady of Knock in Ireland
Thy Kingdom Come!

Dear family and friends,

I was celebrating mass at a local parish the other day. As I walked down the aisle at the beginning, a little girl shouted out, “Hey, what’s my priest doing here?” I chuckled. Turns out she goes to the school where I’m chaplain.

On December 14th, I celebrated four years as a priest. Four very happy years. I love being a priest.

And I am grateful for many other gifts this year:
signing the contract!
Four weeks ago I signed a contract with Ignatius Press! They are going to publish an updated version of my self-published book, Blessed José. The working title for the new book is “Saint José”. Ignatius is the biggest Catholic publisher in the country, which means they will be able to get the message of Saint José to many, many people.

celebrating mass on Skellig Michael
I was able to lead a pilgrimage to Ireland. Back when I was a seminarian in Rome and would travel to Ireland every year, a few of us had the dream to one day bring Americans back to the “Isle of Saints”, a place where you can touch the faith of the people. This July that dream became reality. It was awesome, and I hope to make the pilgrimage a yearly event.
on pilgrimage in Rome in the Irish Chapel in Saint Peter's Basilica
I lead my 4th pilgrimage to Rome and Assisi. I learned a lot about Rome and Italy while I studied there, and when a dad approached me four years ago asking me to take him and his sons to Rome on pilgrimage, I was elated. Since then we’ve continued the tradition annually. Not only is it a spiritual experience like no other for the pilgrims, but it’s a renewal for me as a priest to visit the places where I prepared for the priesthood and was ordained. On December 9th I celebrated mass in the place of my first mass, the chapel of San Pellegrino in Vaticano. God is good!
Brother Carlos, Brother Abraham, Father John, Father Matthew, Father Louis, Yours Truly, Father Lucio, Brother Thomas
My religious community has grown. We are now five priests and three brothers. Newly arrived Brother Abraham is from South Korea, and Brother Carlos from Mexico. We now have five nationalities in our community. My community is a real family, and I love spending time with the fathers and brothers. Sure, we do get on each others’ nerves. But we’re brothers, and with all the different cultures, out cuisine has been raised to a new level!
with the newly confirmed altar servers
I’m in my 5th year as Chaplain at Royalmont Academy and loving it. There’s something magical about spending time around wee ones. This year we’ve started to let younger boys serve at class masses. Even some first graders have been serving—though they need a bit of extra guidance. Serving was one of my greatest joys as a boy, and it wasn’t till I started serving that I actually enjoyed going to Church.
The other day six of the boys who serve at school received the sacrament of confirmation at their parish. Two of the boys confirmed are twins, so you can imagine the joy of their proud mother. As I watched them, it dawned on me that all of them are my spiritual sons, so you can imagine the tremendous joy of this proud father!
baptizing little Penelope
I was able to baptize one of my nephews and two of my cousins’ children. There’s nothing quite as joyful as bringing a little soul into the Church through baptism. “Let the children come to me, for to such as these belongs the kingdom of heaven.” We have so much to learn from little children, and each one brings so much hope to our world!
cutthroat trout at Chihuahua Lake
the gang on Mount Royal

I was blessed to spend a delightful vacation with my community in Colorado. Many of those days I hiked up to remote alpine lakes in search of trout. It took a lot of hunting, many scrapes and bruises, and many fruitless days of fishing, until I found where the fish were hiding. In the end, it made for a delicious trout dinner!
with Cardinal De Paolis at my ordination to the priesthood
I wished farewell to the Cardinal who ordained me a priest. Cardinal Velasio De Paolis was a great friend who helped save my congregation. He also ordained me to the priesthood. This December 14th was especially poignant, since it was my first anniversary without him on this earth. But I trust we’ll meet again in heaven!

When we stop to list all the things we are grateful for, there are often so many it’s nearly impossible to number them all. I invite you too to reflect upon all the graces you’ve received this year.

Also, as Christmas approaches I wanted to let you know my own needs, in case you feel called to support me. Would you be willing to help my ministry? I receive a part-time salary (about $12,000), which pays for a little over half of my yearly expenses. Healthcare, transportation, clothes, food, and other supplies cost about $22,000 a year. Would you please ask our Lord if he would have you support my mission as a priest and missionary?

You can make a tax-deductible donation to my religious community here in Cincinnati. Details are at our website

My Amazon wishlist is here. I can always use Amazon gift cards for books and the like as well.

Praying for all of you as Christmas draws so near!
Father Kevin