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St Patrick\u2019s Day has assumed an important part in my life, my faith life, in recent years. And I find myself for a week or so afterwards thinking about meanings and issues surrounding the person and the work of St Patrick. This year I invite us all to do that.<\/p>\n
I am not Irish; I am American. And my background is not at all Irish; it is German. Propelled, I am eager to admit, by a remarkable book, \u201cHow the Irish Saved Civilization,\u201d by Thomas Cahill, I have learned about a gifted people who, not unlike other ethnic groups, endured persecution through generations; and learned about a land that was repository of many tribes, not least the Celts, until its craggy Atlantic coast became the last European stand against pagan barbarism. Those tribes became a people, and their land virtually became, for quite a while, the secret refuge of literacy and faith, in lonely monasteries and libraries.<\/p>\n
I will also admit that my main interest in things Irish was principally fed by my daughter Emily\u2019s missions trips there. She had a heart for Northern Ireland, rather the border of north and south. She served in the city of Londonderry (or Derry, depending on one\u2019s prejudice); she returned for a longer time, ministering to street kids in the fabled neighborhoods of the \u201cTroubles,\u201d where things have improved, but violence still occurs \u2013 somehow less on American news shows, however. American “journalism” has moved to other bloody areas around the world.<\/p>\n
Emily met Norman McCorkell at church. They fell in love. They married. They attended Irish Bible Institute together. They have gifted me with two grandchildren. So I am rather more emotionally invested in things Irish than I previously was. But something near my home in Michigan taught me more about old St Patrick\u2019s mission, and new Ireland\u2019s troubles, than my visits and conversations have done.<\/p>\n
There is an \u201cIrish Shop\u201d a few towns away from me, where imported items are sold, and which offers annual tours to the Ould Sod. The American-born woman who operates the shop with her husband always seemed to appreciate our visits, and, like my wife, was a kidney transplant recipient, so there was never a shortage of conversation. We told her about Emily; how the ministry was scrupulous about being \u201cChristian,\u201d not Protestant or Catholic in its outreach, about the many dangers of the neighborhoods they entered with hot coffee and warm words.<\/p>\n
One time we entered the shop, and by way of introduction \u2013 for she must have many customers \u2013 I said, \u201cwe\u2019re the couple with the daughter who works with the street kids of Derry.\u201d She remembered us: she said, matter-of-factly, \u201cOh, yes. Teaching the Protestant kids to hate Catholics.\u201d No tongue-in-cheek. She was not kidding. Automatic reaction.<\/p>\n
That remark, that attitude, taught me anew the lingering power of hate. It is never new, sadly, yet we all need to be reminded, if we are to attempt resistance. Two weeks ago in Derry a mortar-filled van was discovered and defused minutes before exploding. It would have caused history-making devastation. I was reminded that if people had been killed, perhaps Emily and her family, there are other people who would not a shed a tear. And, of course, the other-side around, too.<\/p>\n
St Patrick knew persecution. There understandably is some obscurity about a man who lived in the late 400s, but two letters he wrote survive; there are records of his deeds; tremendous influences surely attributable to him are still felt; and he did die on March 17. These things, and more, we do know. <\/p>\n
He was born in western England and kidnapped by Irish when he was a teenager. As a slave he worked as a shepherd, during which time his faith in God grew, where others might have turned despondent. He escaped to Britain, became learned in the Christian faith, and felt called to return to Ireland. On that soil he converted thousands, he encouraged men and women to serve in the clergy, he worked against slavery, and quashed paganism and heresies. Among his surviving colorful lessons is using the shamrock to explain the mystery of the Trinity, the Triune God, to converts.<\/p>\n
He was an on-the-ground evangelist \u2013 possibly the church’s first great evangelist\/missionary since St Paul \u2013 and he preceded much of history: living more than a hundred years prior to Mohammed; 500 years before Christianity split into Catholicism and Eastern Orthodoxy; and a thousand years before the Reformation. <\/p>\n
No labels \u2013 except the gospel and love. The gospel AS love. He preached reconciliation before the issues arose that we think are irreconcilable. But nothing is impossible with God.<\/p>\n
This week I am lifting up three friends, especially, in prayer. Somehow their challenges all relate, in the eyes of my heart, to the mission of that brave apostle of God from so long ago. <\/p>\n
One friend faces serious health issues, and has been nervous about approaching God. Patrick taught that God can become our breastplate, our shield, as well as our dignity. He takes those things upon Himself.<\/p>\n
Another friend lost her husband four years ago, and their anniversary was St Patrick\u2019s Day. Her wounds sometimes still seem fresh. It is a gift as well as a magnificent burden to have a tender heart. St Patrick taught that God offers to BE our heart, and our vision, in all matters of life.<\/p>\n
Another friend is ministering to her precious daughter through a crisis. I don\u2019t know the details, but when Christians ask for prayer, we don\u2019t have to know the details; God knows. St Patrick taught that God does not only gift us with wisdom: He IS our wisdom. He not only bestows spiritual treasures: He IS our treasure.<\/p>\n
\u201cSt Patrick\u2019s Breastplate\u201d is a prayer that has comforted uncountable people for 1500 years. Another ancient Celtic hymn, \u201cBe Thou My Vision,\u201d incorporates the words I have just quoted. We can draw inspiration\u2026 if we choose to listen. Reconciliation, healing, love, and peace are still pummeled by life\u2019s waves of indifference and hatred. <\/p>\n
But, for those who will not listen, St Patrick reminded us that God offers to be our ears, too. <\/p>\n
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\nFor more than a millennium the hymn, set to a haunting tune and using St Patrick\u2019s teaching, has spoken to the hearts of believers and non-believers. At its essence is a plea for what is already true: that God is our All-In-All.<\/p>\n