I know I'm a couple of days late on this, but I wanted to sneak in the family update yesterday. Sunday was St. Patrick's day and a great time for all Irish lads and lasses to celebrate being Irish.
But St. Patrick wasn't about green beer, getting pinched, or anything leprechaun-ish.
He was about the Gospel.
Patrick was born in 389 on the west coast of England, his dad Calpurnius being a municipal officer of some sort and apparently a deacon in their church. In 405 at age 16, Patrick was kidnapped by Irish pirates and worked in Ireland in County Mayo as a shepherd. He escaped and returned to England. In 430, he returned to Ireland as the bishop of the Christian church and sought to evangelize and plant churches. Estimates include about 100,000 people gave their lives to Christ because of Patrick's ministry and some 365 churches were planted. Wow.
No shamrock needed.