Glanmire - Churches

Churches

Glanmire Parish extends from midway on Tivoli dual carriageway (east of Cork City) to within three miles of Watergrasshill, thence to White's Cross via Templemichael. There are two Catholic churches in the Glanmire; Saint Michael's church (in Upper Glanmire) and Springhill (in Riverstown).

St. Michael's Church in Upper Glanmire was dedicated and reopened for worship in 1808 following major restructuring – the same year as the Cathedral in Cork was dedicated. The bi-centenary of this church was celebrated in 2008 and a special Mass of Thanksgiving was celebrated on Saturday, 11 October 2008, with Bishop John Buckley as Principal Celebrant.

St. Joseph’s Church in Springhill is the Glanmire Parish Church and was dedicated in 1837. The church is located not far from the banks of the Glashaboy river. St. Joseph’s Church is in close proximity to the Crestfield Shopping Centre and overlooks the far end of Glanmire Football Club’s pitches. The parochial house is situated on the grounds of the church as is a "community room". It is the larger of the two churches.

Both St. Joseph’s church and St. Michael’s Church in Upper Glanmire are built on or near the sites of pre-penal times churches.

They have various parish groups including the Alter Society, Baptism Teams, Grotto Committee, IT team, Misisters of the Word, Eucharistic Ministers, the Finance Committee and the Parish Assembly.

Mass times for both churches can be found here

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