So it’s St. Patrick’s Day again (funny how it comes around every year) and I’m decked out in enough green to blind a leprechaun. It’s sort of funny that the only patron saint whose day is almost universally acknowledged throughout the U.S. wasn’t even American. Not that I’m complaining, since St. Patrick’s Day is a great excuse to a.) reread St. Patrick’s Breastplate and b.) rejoice in all things Irish, since I am an unabashed hibernophile (and no, I didn’t just make that word up).
Ah, it just occurred to me that I didn’t bake Irish soda bread today. Oh well, it tastes just as good March 18.
By the way, if you’re like me and think that the best way to celebrate any day is with book, here’s a couple suggestions for St. Patty’s Day:
Patrick: Son of Ireland by Stephen Lawhead, and the fact that it’s written by Lawhead is reason enough to read it. If that’s not enough, though, the book has everything: adventure, romance, religion, and of course lots of old Irish culture.
The Divine Sacrifice by Tony Hays, in which St. Patrick figures largely, although he isn’t the main character. As much of the story is the main character trying to decide if he can trust Patrick, the Irish churchman’s alliances are sometimes murky.
Christ be with you, Christ within you,
Christ behind you, Christ before you,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger,
From the Tale-Weaver.