Showing posts with label saint patrick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label saint patrick. Show all posts

Friday, February 8, 2019

Don't Wear a Saint Patrick Shirt on Saint Patrick's Day, Wear our Saint Kevin Shirt!

Wear Something Different this Saint Pat's Day
Hah! You are saying, what kind of nonsense is that--wear a Saint Kevin shirt on Saint Patrick's Day. 

Well maybe it is not as daft as it sounds?

Saint Patrick did his work in the 5th century and there was lot of cleanup to be done in the late 6th and 7th centuries--and who was more patient to serve than the Irish Saint Kevin who according to tradition stuck his arm out in prayer one day and a blackbird landed on it and nested.  And what did Saint Kevin do, but keep his hand up and waited weeks for the bird's eggs to hatch and the birds to grow feathers and fly away. 

And who better to show the Irish the best tactic to avoid sin on Saint Patrick Day then Saint Kevin who one day found his mind wandering in the wrong direction when a pretty girl entered the woods, he hightailed it to a patch of itchy nettles and dove right in as an outdoor substitute for a cold shower. 

Some might dismiss the story of Saint Kevin and the Blackbird as myth, but not us. We had this beautifully serviceable shirts made up for all Saint Kevin fans and you can get yours now in time for Saint Patrick's Day as sportingchancepress.com But don't wait too long, we don't have many and the feast day is barely a month away. 


Monday, February 24, 2014

Saint Patrick's Day Memories

I've written before about how my relatives were Irish and expressed my late-blooming appreciation of St. Patrick.  Although my father never played the Irish card here in Chicago, he was indeed an Irish cop.  His brothers would sometimes sing Irish songs at celebrations and in taverns after a few drinks.  Their off-key and essentially horrible versions of  the usual songs that Irish Americans often sing, were so bad I had little interest in anything Irish.

My dad side also had a name, Norris,  that sounded more English than Irish so the Sisters never gave me any credit for being Irish.  I suppose I also had the odd look of the north as described in Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes. 

My dad had a very Irish look and as a young man would have fit in very nicely in anything John Ford might have filmed in Ireland.  Still, looks aren't everything and he often said, half jokingly,  that if he had his mother's last name, Callaghan, he would have gone a lot further in the police. 

I was probably in my 30s when my interest in being Irish hit.  My mother's side had come through Scotland--her parents had settled around Glasgow for jobs, but they died while she was young--her mother at her birth and her father about six years later.  She came over here with two of her sisters when she was about 10 years old and ended up being raised by an older brother.  Her brother and siblings seemed to be very smart and ambitious although I think her dad drank himself to death suffering deeply from the loss of his wife along with a bad case of tuberculosis that he contracted while in the service.  My mother's father's people were "Divers"  from north around Donegal and her mother was a "Lynch" from around Dublin. 

I am not exactly sure where my grandfather on my father's side came from.  We are pretty sure the Norris side came from Ireland although the name is more common in England.  There was a Lord Norris, a General I believe, who went into Ireland several hundred years ago, probably to put my other relatives in their place.  He stayed and likely had lots of children.  Whether one of them was a relative of mine, who knows! My grandmother Callaghan was born in Ireland, but spent some time in England doing a bit of housework before she came here.  The other names from both my paternal grandmother's side and my paternal grandfather's side are Irish.  While my grandfather's relatives were go-getters, my grandmother is remembered as a kind simple woman who had a number of  Irish friends here in Chicago. She and a cousin's grandmother were sometimes involved in conspiracies to see that others in the family married good Irish boys and girls so I can't see her marrying Grandpa Norris unless he had strong Irish roots.  I do believe he did have some Protestant roots and much of his family stopped communicating with him after he married my Catholic grandmother.  Like all converts, he was a very good Catholic who didn't swear or drink.  His sons on the other hand....

Anyway, St. Patrick came to me late in life after time had stripped his legacy of all those bad Irish singers, drunken parties and the like.  I've had this kind of twisted sense of myself --one minute kind of straight-forward serious and slightly confident and the next minute insecure, poetic, and emotional.  When I read Saint Patrick's prayer I felt akin to him and his insecurity.  I thought his prayer was so beautiful asking to be surrounded on all sides by Christ--of course St. Patrick had good reason to be so fearful, I frankly did not.  But I was sold on his prayer---and then sold on him--and then sold on the idea of being Irish and understanding what it might mean.  What also helped was a young woman in our area who put together an Irish band and presented great Irish music that was beautiful and sober.  Danny Boy had been about as bad a song as I had ever heard, until she sang it and the light went on in my head. One of our daughters who has a very sweet voice has taken up a few Irish songs (although with a hundred non-Irish), and hearing her sing has brought more Irish joy to me.  So once I got past some of my awful childhood memories of being Irish, I was able to appreciate it as a part of me in an honest and meaningful way.  

I do think we live in an insecure world.  As a lot of folks move away from our religious connections  here in the states and in Ireland as I understand, the world gets a little scarier.  I am not a poster boy for the faith, but I do cling to it tightly and Saint Patrick's prayer has helped.  As a young boy, I could feel God's presence and I had a constant communication with him.  As I get older, I am trying to restore that connection as best I can.

Friday, July 20, 2012

A Few Holy Cards in the Pocket


I am not one of those people who have to be texting or talking on the phone every two or three minutes. No, I am OK with a quiet moment. But, there are times when a routine, becomes, well a routine. For example, I take our dog for a fairly long walk each day (Cuddles is shown in the photo). It helps the both of us stay slim and trim (hardly, but it helps some). But, there are times when looking at the little stinker sniffing at the grass can get weary. Other times, I may find myself feeling weary is when I am in a long line someplace or when I am sitting waiting for someone "staring at the four walls."

Prayer

My dad used to spend hours walking around Hyde Park on his police beat. He had such a gift of gab that he would often strike up a conversation with people around him--he was great with strangers. But, he did have his introspective moments and I can remember him encouraging us to pray. He often carried a Rosary with him. But he also encouraged prayer for those around you. You pass by a cemetery, "say a Hail Mary for the dead." You hear an ambulance, "say a prayer for the injured." You see someone poor or suffering,"say a prayer for them." In this way, he was never very far away from God and always encouraging us. No doubt his mother and father encouraged him and their parents encouraged them.

I've tried to follow my dad's advice. Prayer is something that gets easier as you get older--it seems that you just need so much more. If you are like me, you feel that "the Good Lord" has your number. If for a moment, you ever start to think too highly of yourself and say, less highly of others, something happens to knock you down a few pegs. Some would call that superstition, I call it fact.

When you really think about it, your challenges in life are probably no greater than most folks. At least that's the way it works with me. Most of us would rather have the problems that we know than change places with others and take on theirs. But at the same time, I often feel a little desperate in my own life. Like Saint Patrick, I'd like to ask God to surround me from all sides, to protect me and my family. "Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me..."

Holy Cards

I found a very nice way to help me feel more connected to the Man upstairs. I've gotten into the habit of having a few holy cards in my coat pocket. In those moments where I need to connect at any part of the day, I take out a card and say the prayer on it. Every so often I go to the Catholic book store and pick up a new card and switch them around. They laminate these now, so you can keep them in your pocket without ruining them. I've got a Saint Brigid, a Saint Patrick and an Angelus card and a few cards I got from new priests that memorialize their ordinations. The cards are like a text message from God. Beep-beep, God's calling. Pull out the card and pray.

I read the Saint Brigid one most often these days. "...May the mantle of your peace cover those who are troubled and anxious, and may peace be firmly rooted in our hearts and in our world..."


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

St. Patrick's Day is Coming Up

We are less than a month away from St. Patrick's Day and I thought I would make a quick mention of the great Saint's prayer and tell you about a recent encounter. I have posted portions of the prayer here before.

I was visiting a Catholic store a few weeks ago and met up with a woman whose son had gone through school with one of my older kids. Her son had been a nice enough boy when I knew him, but I had heard from my son that he had gotten into some trouble with drugs. I knew next to nothing about what was going on, but you could see there was pain in this woman's face. The woman herself is a wonderful person and devoted mother and wife.

I asked her whether she had seen the St. Patrick holy cards and I pulled a few off one of the shelves. I mentioned that I had learned an appreciation of St. Patrick because of his prayer and his life. I liked the fact that there is a desperation in St. Patrick that comes out in the prayer. I think its message is especially strong for those who are in desperate need. In the prayer, St. Patrick asks for more than help, he asks to be surrounded by Christ from all sides.

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me.
Christ below me, Christ above me.
Christ at my right, Christ at my left.
Christ in breadth, Christ in length, Christ in height.



I bought a few cards and she took one for herself as well to read after I left. I also showed her a St. Brigid card that I had bought there before, which has a prayer that asks for God's help in finding peace. She seemed interested in both cards and I hope the prayers would help her. Both prayers are wonderful.

I have been in situations like the one that she is going through where there seems to be no good answer and you have to just ask the Good Lord to hold you up and surround you with His love and protection. We parents are meant to be protectors of our children and often we are, but the one thing we cannot protect them from is their own self destruction. I think many of us who know this woman would view her as an especially devoted mother. May God protect her and her son.


One version of Saint Patrick's Prayer/BreastplateLorica.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Grandfather and the Start of the Day



This photo is one of my grandfather at the start of his day a long time ago before trucks. He started his own business and delivered ice, vegetables and eventually furniture. Later on, he worked for the union. He lived through World War I, Prohibition, the Great Depression, and World War II. He died in the age of Interstates and airplanes.

I know my grandfather knew desperate times and I am sorry that I never got a chance to meet him because he died a few years before my birth. But I know my grandfather and grandmother were religious people and no doubt were raised on stories of Saint Patrick.

I like the desperation in Saint Patrick's prayer and have posted it on this blog before. I have become a greater admirer of Saint Patrick as I grow older. See my previous posting on him for a bit of his prayer and my thoughts about him.

In addition to Saint Patrick's prayer, I thought of a short saying that I found inspiring. If you are looking for a way to center yourself at the beginning of the day, the quote below is helpful-- it is a prayer/saying from an anonymous source that makes a lot of sense:

This is the beginning of a new day. God has given me this day to use as I will. I can waste it or use it for good, but what I do today is important, because I am exchanging a day of my life for it. When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever, leaving in its place something that I have traded for it. I want it to be gain, and not loss; good, and not evil; success, and not failure; in order that I shall not regret the price I have paid for it.

My thanks to Paul H. for helping me recover this one--long ago seen pasted on his dad's mirror. I do not know the actual source for this, but Paul thought it may have an Alcoholics Anonymous connections although his dad was not a member. If anyone knows the source, please let me know and I will post it.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Saint Patrick 1600 Years Later

The Irish came over to the United States in huge numbers in the mid 1800's during and after the famine. Irish priests followed in an effort to care for the souls of those who left. Most of the immigrants had lived in Irish rural settings with laws that suppressed Catholic faith practice; many of the immigrants were not well schooled in their own faith. Met here with extreme prejudice like most groups of poor uneducated immigrants, the Irish flocked together and worked hard to become Americans.

Many got a jump start to citizenship by joining in the Civil War—signing up literally right off the boat. Many of the Irish had a propensity towards tough physical labor and joined the railroads. Taking these tough jobs earned the Irish some much needed respect, but they still needed to band together to get a footing in their new home. The one occupation most of the Irish seemed to avoid was farming, having just come from the failed potato patches that their families had “leased.”

It’s pretty certain that Saint Patrick did not drive out the snakes from Ireland. But it is fairly certain that the faith of the Irish was God’s gift carried over by Saint Patrick and many others in the centuries following his mission. Patrick’s gift helped hold the Irish together in the toughest of times under the rule of the English and helped those post-famine Americans in the tenements of New York, Boston and other cities. While we, both Irish and non-Irish alike, may hold up a glass to celebrate the day, I’d like to make my own toast to the Irish priests and sisters who helped “civilize” many of us both Irish and Irish alike in the path of Saint Patrick. May the generosity and sacrifice of Saint Patrick and these good people live on another 1600 years.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Saint Patrick's Breastplate

I love Saint Patrick's Breastplate because it is a dramatic, kind of desperate prayer to match the life of the great Saint. The famous prayer commonly called Saint Patrick’s Breastplate, traditionally attributed to him, is beautiful, yet simply written. The prayer does not appear in Patrick’s meager writings, but it has been handed down over the centuries and can be found in many different variations today. It speaks for those of us today who see and seek divine strength and intervention in daily life. A small part of the prayer follows:

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun
Brilliance of moon
Splendor of fire
Speed of lightning
Swiftness of wind
Depth of sea
Stability of earth
Firmness of rock.
I arise today
Through God’s strength to pilot me:
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak for me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s host to secure me
against snares of devils
against temptations of vices
against inclinations of nature
against everyone who shall wish me ill,
afar and anear,
alone and in a crowd.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Approaching Saint Patrick's Day

It is my view that Saint Patrick should be appreciated for his courage, his simplicity and his incredible legacy of success. Kidnapped as a young man from Roman Britain, Patrick was desperately afraid of imminent death as he literally "slaved" away as a shepherd in the fields of Ireland as a young captive. His famous prayer is not some delicate little verse, but a heartfelt almost desperate appeal to God for protection--he didn't just ask for a helping hand, he wanted to be surrounded by Christ as he went about his business. And Patrick did go about his business. After reaching safety at home following years in captivity, he decided that he must go back to face the pagan Irish to convert them.

Unlike the learned Saint Augustine who wrote the foundational work on the Trinity, Saint Patrick was said to have explained it simply to his pagan Irish audience using a clover. It worked. Patrick's life is surrounded in rich traditional stories although there is little we know with certainty. We do know that Patrick and many brave priests that followed him were able to convert the Irish without bloodshed. We also know that fifteen hundred years after Patrick, his legacy spread throughout the United States. Following the almost unfathomable exodus of Irish from their homeland to a new home in North America, the Irish Priests and Sisters followed to make a superb mark on our society here by throwing themselves into their work with the same zeal and courage as Saint Patrick himself.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Saint Patrick

Saint Patrick is the Patron Saint of Ireland. He was one of many religious who went into to Ireland to convert the people to Christianity. While most of the lives of the saints were written long after their deaths, we have Patrick’s own words in two different documents that tell us something about his life. One document is the “Confessio,” which provides some background on his life and vocation. The second is a letter to the soldiers of Coroticus. Coroticus was a Christian war lord believed to have been from Britain, whose soldiers attacked some of Patrick’s recent converts – killing some and taking female prisoners and selling them off to pagans.

Patrick wrote his “Confessio” late in life because according to him, “I have hesitated until now, for truly, I feared to expose myself to the criticism of men, because I have not studied like others.” Patrick was no Latin scholar and he knew it. He was a man of action rather than a man of letters.

We take much of what we know about Patrick from the Confessio’s short explanation of his life and mission. We know that Patrick resided in Roman Britain as a boy. Likely he was born in the late 300’s and lived well into the mid 400’s. His father was a Deacon and his grandfather was a Priest, but according to his own words, he was not a believer in his youth – “I did not, indeed, know the true God.” At 16, Patrick was captured by Irish pirates and taken from Roman Britain over to Ireland as a slave. The ancient name (Bannavem Taburniae) he uses for his home is not one that can be definitely identified, but some scholars believe it was located in southwest Britain. Most believe that his home must have been near the coast for pirates to have captured him. Other theories on the exact whereabouts of his home abound.

Patrick’s capture must have been a very harrowing experience for so young a man and he writes of his physical hardships and fears while a slave. He stayed in Ireland for six years and worked as a shepherd under constant fear for his life. During those years, had he been home in Britain, he may have received an advanced education that might have prepared him for a life of scholarship. But Patrick got a different education during those hard years. While working as a slave Patrick says, “More and more did the love of God, and my fear of him and faith increase.” He escaped after being encouraged in a dream to head for the sea, but his trip home is described in sketchy terms involving yet a second captivity in another land that some scholars believe was Gaul (France).

It was in slavery that Patrick became a devoted Christian. After he arrived home, Patrick was encouraged by additional visions and inspirations. In this way, Patrick was indeed a mystic. We know that after many years, Patrick returned to Ireland as a Bishop. Sources long after his death describe his religious studies and those important churchmen under whom he studied.

Many Priests and several Bishops worked to convert the pagan Irish and Patrick no doubt made great strides – baptizing thousands. Work continued for many years after his death (some say centuries) before full conversion of the population was accomplished. The Pagan Irish conversion to Christianity is remarkable for it was accomplished without any violence.

After Patrick’s death, a few hundred years passed before more was written on his life so there is great deal of scholarly debate on the “real” Saint Patrick. Some believe medieval writers, who tended to embellish the lives of the saints, exaggerated Patrick’s exploits. Patrick’s own writings are brief, modest and truthful. Patrick’s writings were not written with the same-schooled hand as many other early church leaders who were much better educated in Latin and composition. Patrick busied himself converting Pagan Celts and never had the opportunity to develop flawless Latin.

It is also noteworthy that Patrick’s Confessio refers to an unspecified transgression of his youth that had had apparently come to light in the Saint’s old age. His Confessio, which was written late in life, also includes a defense of some of his later actions, most likely having to do with his possessions or finances that came under harsh criticism from certain of his contemporaries outside of Ireland. The tone of the Confessio suggests a certain exasperation over the fact that his detractors were calling attention to a sin he had apparently committed as a boy and picking nits over his finances while ignoring his remarkable record of complete personal sacrifice and devotion to his flock.

We do know that Patrick returned to Ireland at great risk to convert the pagan people whom he devoted his life. He was in peril all the while a missionary. The famous prayer commonly called Saint Patrick’s Breastplate, traditionally attributed to him, is beautiful, yet simply written. The prayer does not appear in Patrick’s meager writings, but it has been handed down over the centuries and can be found in many different variations today. Regardless of whether Patrick wrote the prayer, like his life itself, the prayer speaks for those of us today who see and seek divine strength and intervention in daily life. A small part of the prayer follows:

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun
Brilliance of moon
Splendor of fire
Speed of lightning
Swiftness of wind
Depth of sea
Stability of earth
Firmness of rock.
I arise today
Through God’s strength to pilot me:
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak for me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s host to secure me
against snares of devils
against temptations of vices
against inclinations of nature
against everyone who shall wish me ill,
afar and anear,
alone and in a crowd.

Saint Patrick’s mission was responsible for seeding many religious vocations and spreading the Christian faith. But it was perilous work. Tradition has it that Patrick composed the prayer when he was on his most perilous mission journey.
The second document written by Saint Patrick, which has survived, was a letter to the soldiers of Coroticus. In this letter, Patrick admonishes these soldiers who are responsible for the slaughter and enslavement of some of his recent converts. He beseeches them to return the surviving female converts who have been taken and sold off to pagans. He also strongly warns those who might find the evil deeds of the kidnappers acceptable and he expresses sorrow for those who suffered at the hands of the evil doers. The letter gives evidence of Patrick’s anger and frustration over the deed and his love and devotion to his people. Not only had Patrick adopted the Irish as his life’s work, but at the time of this letter he has clearly become one of them.

Irish people all over the world are especially devoted to Saint Patrick. Most of what we hear of Patrick does not come from sources that were contemporary to Patrick himself and thus scholars tend to doubt much of its authenticity. The lack of scholarly proof of much of what is said about Patrick and about so many Irish figures and deeds has always been of little concern to the Irish themselves. The Irish embrace the traditions that surround Patrick as they embrace many other traditions that have fueled a spirituality and vibrancy that is indeed powerful, endearing and lasting.

The traditional stories of Saint Patrick are inspiring and have helped countless generations of Christians devote themselves to God as small children and helped them rededicate themselves to Christian values as adults. Generations of Christians in America have also been beneficiaries of the thousands of Irish clergy who have followed in Patrick’s footsteps to another shore to help forge the faith. The rich mix of Patrician stories and traditions has been a great blessing.

For modern Christians, a look at Patrick’s life, reflected in his own pen, provides proof that sinners can become saints and God’s grace can help us deal with our shortcomings. Patrick’s experience also suggests that we should never underestimate God’s plan for our own lives at any age. We can look back in time and imagine Patrick as a suffering slave boy, but perhaps more often we see him as a white-haired Bishop walking the Irish countryside winning over pagan princes to the faith. The real Patrick was a man of sad beginnings, but boundless faith and energy. Like Abraham, he was called on by God to do that which he feared most. In Patrick’s case, it was going back to those wild pagan Irish with the message of salvation-- a mighty task. When Saint Patrick baptized thousands of Irish in those ancient days, he was continuing the work of the apostles before him, leading the way to conversions that continue to this day.
Copyright 2009 by Lawrence M. Norris