Sunday, March 15, 2009

Let me tell you about my friend Patrick...

This Tuesday is Saint Patrick's Day, the day that is usually celebrated with getting drunk and then peeing in the street. As much as I love being intoxicated and being nude in public, I cannot help but think there is more to this day. So I did I little research and I found out that Patty was a pretty rad dude.

At the age of sixteen Patrick was your average Britt. I am sure he enjoyed all the customs of those early Germanic tribes, although his life was about to change. He was kidnapped by Irish militants and taken back to Ireland as a slave. After six years of being a slave he managed to escape and return to his family and then became a missionary.

This is where the story gets weird. Of all the places he could of picked to go as a missionary, he picked Ireland, the very place he was held captive for six years. Talk about loving your enemies!

Saint Patrick was not Irish but British. If you know anything about the Brit's and the Irish you know they do not get along. Throughout their history Ireland and Brittan have been at war. I would imagine if you where a British missionary, Ireland would be the last place you want to go but Patrick (who had all the reason to hate the Irish) choose to go there.

So how can we celebrate Saint Patrick's Day that would make Saint Patty happy. Let your hate die and serve those who are least in your mind. Humble yourself as Patrick did, as Jesus did.

No comments: