In case you haven’t looked at a calendar, or noticed the splattering of green on this here blog, tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day.
We don’t know a lot about Saint Patrick. Legend aside, it seems his work spanned sixty years–and while it aimed for heaven, it lived here on earth. He did not require the clergy of his monasteries to take vows or forgo marriage. How could they possibly encourage others, if they, themselves, could not understand? Instead, he had them focus on the work before them–transcribing scripture, studying the sciences, and training others for spiritual labors, both at home and abroad.
Saint Patrick founded 365 churches and 365 schools. He lived through good times and bad; he lived in slavery and freedom. He encouraged others to do the same. He was a man dedicated to prayer–and those in his care.
So it is the Irish celebrate their saint with revelry and prayer. And you know what they say, on St. Paddy’s Day, everyone is Irish.
Let us celebrate in full–with prayers and rejoicing.
Like you, I can’t get the people of Japan off my mind. As with any sorrow, it probably seems as if the world should stop for a moment. But life goes on. So yes, break out the green, dance an Irish jig, feast on Irish fare–laugh along with those you love. But don’t forget those who have little more than tears. Keep them wrapped in your prayers, give if you can. For it’s not that pot of gold that makes us the luckiest–it’s standing side-by-side, and sharing our burdens.