Are we not seeds? “Me thinks we are”…
Then why do we battle? Are we harvested to quarrel? “No, me thinks not.”
Can we agree there is a green in us? “Me thinks that is brilliantly so.”
The green in us needs to be taught, and when better than on St. Patrick’s Day ? He was born in England and taken by the invading Irish as a slave. He was just sixteen. Could we have survived it? For six years he lived mostly outdoors as a shepherd; he was sorely underfed, ill-clothed, mistreated to despair yet the gold in him sparked. He turned to the God he had previously scoffed. The story is filled with nuances too dear to ignore. Even though it was known to the Romans that Ireland had no snakes centuries before, St. Patrick is said to have been the one to run them off the island. His prayers were answered as he escaped, and returned to Britain. He then studied in France for the priesthood, and later had a dream that led him back to Ireland. How many of us take heed of our dreams? He converted the Irish to Christianity. Thus, metaphorically, he is said to have rid Ireland of snakes….
Today is his day, and we can all indulge in the green in us…me thinks. The characteristics of our ancestors and culture inscribe the heritage we each may identify with as the plot from where we got started in God’s great harvest. Since we are all His children, I believe we can celebrate despite our different heritage.
” When the Lord brought back the captives to Zion, we were like men who dreamed. Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations,’The Lord has done great things for them.'” __Psalm 126:1-2
St. Patrick learned the hard way that God can do great things for us. Today, despite the seriousness of crushing, evil realities, we can take time to celebrate the good luck charms of the Irish. We can ” make a moment” to reflect, and/or be in the company of friends, family, and God.
I thought of two friends in preparing this blog. One gave me the tea cup pictured…and the other is a beautiful red headed lady whose name is Helen but she is known as Irish. I made a cup of Moroccan Mint Tea…and will have the green one later. I said a prayer for my old friends to thank them from my heart for the soul to soul encounters years ago in Bible Study.
It was in the presence of six or seven ladies that Irish with dignity presented a lesson of God’s grace. I wish you could have been there. It was and remains golden.
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to one and all because the green in us is humanity at its best.
” To Live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.” __Emily Dickinson