Happy St. Patrick's Day!



I, Patrick, as sinner, am the most ignorant and of least account among the faithful, despised by many…It was not any grace in me, but God who is victorious in me and resisted them all, so that I came to the Irish people to preach the gospel and to bear insults from unbelievers, to hear the scandal of my travels, and to endure many persecutions even to the extent of prison; so that I surrender my liberty as a man of free condition for the profit of others, and if I should be found worthy, I am ready to give even my life for His name’s sake unfalteringly, gladly, and without hesitation; and there(in Ireland) I desire to spend it until I die, if our Lord should grant it to me. I owe it to God’s grace that so many people should through me be born again in God…But I implore those who believe in and fear God, whoever consents to examine or receive this document composed by the obviously unlearned sinner Patrick in Ireland, that no one shall ever credit to me even the smallest of things that I achieved or may have told of that was pleasing to God, but accept and truly believe that it was the gift of God. And this is my confession before I die.
~ Patrick, Confession

Creed that St. Patrick wrote:

Christ shield me today against poison, against burning, against drowning, against wounding,
So that there may come to me abundance of reward,

Christ with me, Christ before me,
Christ behind me, Christ in me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lied down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in quiet,
Christ in danger,
Christ in the heart of everyman who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

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Becca said…
St. Patrick was the man. I climbed his mountain while I was in Ireland...t'was the zenith of my existance. :]
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