We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"I am Patrick, yes a sinner and indeed untaught; yet I am established here in Ireland where I profess myself bishop. I am certain in my heart that "all that I am," I have received from God. So I live among barbarous tribes, a stranger and exile for the love of God."
"I am Patrick, a sinner, most uncultivated and least of all the faithful and despised in the eyes of many."
"Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me."
Also, a reader sent in a hymn - a new one to me - St. Patrick's Breastplate - which is a translation from Gaelic. Good tune, and it uses those words in the third quote.
That's a very powerful song. What kind of church was it that had a secular congregation? Or maybe they were secular attendees at your church? That is very nice that you would speak to secularists and invite them to your wedding. Did they give nice presents? I don't understand why they were befuddled, though. That implies a certain amount of serious retardation if they can't understand they are in a church watching a religious couple get married. The lyrics are not difficult, so I'm guessing they, being secularists, were just plain old retarded. But despite their befuddlement, blessings on you for inviting the losers.
It's amazing a person can live over a half a century and not know anything about this person for whom it is clear so many will celebrate today in their way. I'll be getting on an airplane and all i keep thinking is, G-d help me, I hope, if my captain is an Irishman, he'll wait til we get there to celebrate.
Some history, (cut and paste from a St. Patrick's Day ecard)....
St. Patrick was a missionary who converted the Irish to Christianity in the A.D. 400s.
Saint Patrick's real name was Maewyn Succat. For his first 16 years, Maewyn lived a normal life as the son of a wealthy landowner and magistrate in Britain.
At 16, Maewyn was captured and then sold during a raid on his village. After six years Maewyn escaped to France and became a priest, adopting the name Patrick.
During his training Patrick discovered that his calling was to convert Irish pagans to Christianity. He went to Ireland, established monasteries across the country, set up schools and churches, and converted many. Patrick carried on his mission for thirty years.
He died on March 17, the day commemorated as St. Patrick's Day.
The shamrock is a traditional symbol because Saint Patrick used the three-leafed shamrock to represent the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Originally a Catholic holy day St. Patrick's Day has evolved into a secular holiday. In America, in fact, St. Patrick's Day is a time when everyone can be Irish, wear green and party.
The first St. Patrick's Day in America was celebrated in Boston in 1737.