March 17 is Saint Patrick's Day. This is a day designated by the Catholic church to honor a man whose name was Patrick. We don't venerate the saints but it is good to know who Patrick was and what he did.
   Patrick lived a full life, but not without his share of suffering and adventure.
                                He was born in Britain, in the fourth century A.D., during a time of great
                                uncertainty for the Roman Empire. The Roman legions that once protected
                                civilized Britain from barbaric invaders were called away to defend themselves
                                in other regions of the Roman Empire. Therefore, Britain was left vulnerable to
                                attacks.
   Just before Patrick turned 16 years old, he and his family spent time at their
                                holiday villa by the sea, located outside the town of Bannaventa Berniae, when
                                Irish pirates attacked it. Although Patrick’s family
                                escaped, Patrick and many of the family's workers did not; and soon they were en
                                route to Ireland, where Patrick was sold as a slave to Miliuc of Slemich, a
                                Druid tribal chieftain.
   Patrick was given the task of a herdsman. Though raised in a Christian home (his
                                father, Calpornius, was a civil magistrate and tax collector, as well as a
                                church deacon), Patrick never made a decision to follow Christ until he was
                                kidnapped and made a slave. In his autobiography, Confessions, Patrick wrote,
                                “…‘the Lord opened my senses to my unbelief,’ so that,
                                though late in the day, I might remember my many sins; and accordingly ‘I
                                might turn to the Lord my God with all my heart.’” He also wrote
                                about how his faith in God grew as he prayed to Him while he shepherded the
                                flocks: “But after l had come to Ireland, it was then that I was made to
                                shepherd the flocks day after day, and, as l did so, I would pray all the time,
                                right through the day. More and more the love of God and fear of Him grew strong
                                within me, and as my faith grew, so the Spirit became more and more active
                                … In snow, in frost, in rain, I would hardly notice any discomfort, and I
                                was never slack but always full of energy. It is clear to me now, that this was
                                due to … the Spirit within me.”
   But Patrick’s devotion to God did not go unnoticed. He soon earned the
                                nickname “Holy Boy” among his fellow slaves.
   One night Patrick had a dream. In it he heard a voice telling him, “Soon
                                you will be returning to your own country.” In another dream he received a
                                response to the first dream, being told, “Come and see where your ship is
                                waiting for you.” At the age of 22, Patrick escaped and traveled 200 miles
                                to the coast of Ireland. Of his long journey across Ireland, he wrote: “I
                                turned on my heel and ran away, leaving behind the man to whom I had been bound
                                for six years. Yet I came away from him in the power of God, for it was He who
                                was guiding my every step for the best. And so I felt not the least anxiety
                                until I reached the ship.”
   Patrick approached one of the men on the ship that rested on the coast. When he
                                asked to board, the seaman scowled at him. Patrick started to leave when the man
                                called back to him, saying the other passengers wanted him on board. Patrick
                                wrote, “In spite of this, I still hoped that they might come to have faith
                                in Jesus Christ.”
   The journey by boat was long, including a stop where they journeyed on land for
                                28 days. After having run out of food, the captain turned to Patrick and
                                challenged him to ask his God for more. Glad to oblige, Patrick responded,
                                “Turn trustingly to the Lord who is my God and put your faith in Him with
                                all your heart, because nothing is impossible to Him. On this day, He will send
                                us food sufficient for our journey, because for Him there is abundance
                                everywhere.” According to Patrick’s autobiography, when the men
                                turned around, a herd of pigs was standing before them. They feasted for days
                                and gave thanks to God.
   Two years later Patrick finally made it to his beloved Britain and into the arms
                                of his mother and father who pleaded with him never to leave them again. Patrick
                                began to settle back into his life in Britain and studied to become a priest and
                                a bishop. But one night Patrick had a dream of a man who seemed to come from
                                Ireland and was carrying a letter with the words “The Voice of the
                                Irish.” As Patrick began to read the words, he seemed to hear the voice of
                                the same men he worked with as if they were shouting, “Holy broth of a
                                boy, we beg you, come back and walk once more among us.”
   But church leaders and Patrick’s parents fiercely opposed his plans to return to
                                Ireland. They did not think the Druids were worth saving. His family shuddered
                                at the thought of him returning to barbaric Ireland with the gospel, as the
                                Druids were known to weave criminals and runaway slaves into giant wicker
                                baskets and suspend them over a fire. Of this opposition Patrick later wrote,
                                “So at last I came here to the Irish gentiles to preach the gospel. And
                                now I had to endure insults from unbelievers, to ‘hear criticism of my
                                journeys’ and suffer many persecutions ‘even to the point of
                                chains.’… And should I prove worthy, I am ready and willing to give
                                up my own life, without hesitation, for His name … There was always
                                someone talking behind my back and whispering, ‘Why does he want to put
                                himself in such danger among his enemies who do not know God?’”
                                Patrick had to sell his title of nobility to become the “slave of Christ
                                serving the barbaric nation.”
   While in Ireland, Patrick shared the gospel with his former slave owner, Miliuc
                                the Druid. But instead of turning his back on his pagan gods, Miliuc locked
                                himself in his house and set it on fire while Patrick stood outside and pleaded
                                with him to turn to Christ. Miliuc's refusal to hear the gospel was just the beginning of Patrick’s
                                challenges with the Druids as he spread the Good News across Ireland and taught
                                its people how to read and write. 
   Patrick continued his journey across Ireland. He preached at racetracks and other
                                places of worldly indulgences, seeing many come to Christ. However, this was not
                                without opposition. The Druids often tried to poison him. One time a barbarian
                                warrior speared Patrick’s chariot driver to death in an attempt to kill
                                Patrick. He was often ambushed at his evangelistic events and was enslaved again
                                for a short time. He had to purchase safe passage through a hostile warlord's
                                land to continue on his journey. Another time Patrick and his companions were
                                taken as prisoners and were going to be killed, but they were later released. In
                                Confessions, Patrick wrote, “As every day arrives, I expect either sudden
                                death or deception, or being taken back as a slave or some such other
                                misfortune. But I fear none of these, since I look to the promise of heaven and
                                have flung myself into the hands of the all-powerful God, who rules as Lord
                                everywhere.”
   Patrick journeyed throughout Ireland, sharing Christ until his death on March 17,
                                around the year 461 A.D. Later Irish mythological creatures known as leprechauns
                                would creep into the holiday celebrations, as well as the symbol of the
                                shamrock, believed to have been used by Patrick to illustrate the Trinity as he
                                preached and taught. Some legends have circulated stating Patrick drove all the
                                snakes out of Ireland. Since there are no snakes in Ireland and snakes often
                                symbolize the devil and evil, many believe the “snakes” were a
                                metaphor representing his work of driving the idol-worshipping Druid cult out of
                                the country.
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