Before There Was Green Beer
March 17, 2019
AFTER I arrived in Ireland, I tended sheep every day, and I prayed frequently during the day. More and more the love of God increased, and my sense of awe before God. Faith grew, and my spirit was moved, so that in one day I would pray up to one hundred times, and at night perhaps the same. I even remained in the woods and on the mountain, and I would rise to pray before dawn in snow and ice and rain. I never felt the worse for it, and I never felt lazy – as I realise now, the spirit was burning in me at that time.
It was there one night in my sleep that I heard a voice saying to me: “You have fasted well. Very soon you will return to your native country.” Again after a short while, I heard a someone saying to me: “Look – your ship is ready.” It was not nearby, but a good two hundred miles away. I had never been to the place, nor did I know anyone there. So I ran away then, and left the man with whom I had been for six years. It was in the strength of God that I went – God who turned the direction of my life to good; I feared nothing while I was on the journey to that ship.
A reader writes:
Thank you for giving us something to celebrate today beyond corned beef and cabbage. Up until recentIy, ever since my discovery of CeItic music which resonates with me like no other traditional music, I was a true Irish wannabe and fervent admirer of the Irish culture and their tenacious faith. The shine is off now due to the developments described in this video. It’s tragic that peculiar Ireland is fading away into the great globalist merge.
Not to be a complete Debbie Downer on this day honoring the great saint, here is another musical rendition of St. Patrick’s Breastplate, composed by Shaun Davey and sung by Rita Connolly. Hope you enjoy!
Laura writes:
Thank you!
I have one criticism of the video you linked on the current state of Ireland. It does not mention the chief culprit: the decimation of the Catholic Faith in the minds of the Irish due to the relativism of Vatican II. That is what has undone the Irish. That was as deadly, on the spiritual and cultural plane, as an atomic explosion.
O God, Who didst vouchsafe to send the blessed Patrick, Thy confessor and bishop, to declare Thy glory to the nations, grant, through his merits and intercession, that what Thou commandest us to do, we may, by Thy mercy, be able to accomplish. Through Christ Our Lord. Amen.
