Attention all Ye Lasses and Ye Laddies!

‘tis true, my sainted great, great, great Grandma Keeney, the blessed Lord rest her soul, hailed from Tipperary in the Green Isles. On account of this, I will be donnin’ the green today and me best lass will be a fixin’ a mess o’ boiled spuds and corned beef and cabbage. Och, aye!

This bein’ the day to honor the blest St. Patrick, I have decided to repost the Patty’s day blog from 2 years ago. I should have called it “A blogging in the bog!”

2Ti 4:4 And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.

It is time the truth be told about a great man and a noble ministry.

First, what Patrick had nothing to do with… Patrick had nothing to do with alcohol, driving vermin off the Isle of Ireland, and Catholicism. Surely, the man would roll over in his grave to see what has happened to a day celebrated in honor of him. Of course, he is not in his grave, but with all of the true “saints” in heaven, that is, all of those who have been born again by the Spirit of God and have passed from this life.

When just a young man of 16 Patrick was kidnapped from Wales and forced into slavery in barbaric Ireland. After 6 years he made his escape, sailed back home and found the Lord. Possessing a great fervor for Christ, he was burdened to return to the Emerald Isle to preach the gospel of Jesus.

Many came to Christ under Patrick’s preaching and turned from their heathen practices. Patrick, born in the late 4th century and ministering in the middle 5th century would be better named as the evangelist of Ireland, rather than the patron saint. It should be noted that it wasn’t until 300 years later Rome decided to claim Patrick as one of her own bishops and granted him “sainthood”.

Patrick is famous for using the 3 leaf clover as an illustration of the godhead. God is one, yet possesses 3 distinct personages, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

A proper celebration of Patrick’s day would be to share the gospel with another, as he spent his life doing.