St. Patrick

    and the

    Arrival of Christianity



    St. Patrick (AD 385-462) was captured and enslaved in Ireland as a youth, escaped, and finally returned as an adult to spread Christianity as a Catholic missionary. He was not Irish by birth, but was believed by some accounts to be either the son of a Roman Officer, or a British Celt. In his confession, one of the few documents known to be written by Patrick, he describes his father as Calpornius, a deacon, son of Potitus, a priest, of the village Bannavem Taburnić"In legend, Patrick is given credit for driving the snakes out of Ireland. In reality, the 'snakes' may well refer to the Druids, who were discredited and finally driven underground with the coming of Christianity. Patrick is credited with establishing Christianity in Ireland, and in the following centuries it either ousted or assimilated the old, pagan beliefs. Pagan festivals and holidays were adapted into Christian holy days, and many of the local god and goddess stories converted into tales of Irish saints. The most famous example is the Celtic goddess Brigit, or Bride, who is now known in the Christian Church as St. Brigit, Ireland's premier female saint.

    Patrick's birth name was Gaewyn and the estimated date of his birth was 390 A.D. in Roman Britain. At age 16 the man who would later be known as the patron saint of Ireland was kidnapped by Irish raiders and sold into slavery. He escaped slavery six years later and fled to the European mainland where he received his religious training at Catholic monastaries. He took the name Patrick upon joining the priesthood and eventually attained the rank of Bishop. It was then that Patrick set out to do missionary work in Ireland. In around 432 A.D., he arrived in Ireland and began to compete with the priests of the pagan faith for followers.

    St. Patrick's struggle with the pagan order of the time began during the Celtic springtime fire festival known as Beltane. The ritual commenced with the ceremonial lighting of the High King's fire, from which all the other fires in the land would be lit. According to legend, St. Patrick lit an Easter fire on a nearby hill. The High King sent nine chariots to vanquish Patrick and put out his fire. Circling counter to the sun's path, the chariots attacked, but were unable to prevail against the holy fire.

    Still, Patrick's work was cut out for him. In his struggle to discredit the Druid elders and gain the confidence and later the souls of the Irish population, he was (in his own words) forced to "curse their fertile lands, so that they became dreary bogs; to curse their rivers, so that they produced no fish; to curse their very kettles, so that with no amount of fire and patience could they ever be made to boil; and as a last resort, to curse the Druids themselves, so that the earth opened and swallowed them up."

    St. Patrick began teaching Catholicism and the Holy Trinity to the Pagans by using a three leaf clover (a plant used in many of their rituals) to represent the father, the son and the holy spirit.

    His efforts were successful in converting the Gaelic population to Catholicism and making Ireland a fortress for the Catholic faith.



    The Birth of St. Patrick

    On the eighth day March it was some people say
    That St. Patrick on Midnight he  first saw the day
    While others declared 'twas the  ninth he was born
    But was often mistaken between midnight and morn.

    Mistakes will occur in hurry and shock
    While some blamed the baby
    Some blamed the clock
    With all the questions sure no one would know
    If the clock was too fast or the child was too slow.

    The first faction fight in olde Ireland they say
    It was all in account of St. Patrick's birthday
    Some fought for the eighth for the ninth some would die
    Wouldn't see right sure they'd blacken his eye
    Till at last all the factions so positive grew
    They both kept a birthday so Pat then had two

    But father Mulchey showed them their sin
    Said no one could have two birthdays but for twins
    So boys don't be fighting for eight or for nine.
    Don't be always dividing sometimes combine
    eight with nine seventeen was the mark

    So let that be his birthday amen said the clerk
    He was not a twin so our history will show
    But he sure is worth any two saints that we know
    So we all got blind drunk which completed our bliss
    And we keep up the practice from that day till this.

    -As sung by Leo Mccaffrey transcribed by Margaret C.Bladey



    There is a beautiful prayer that legend says was written by St. Patrick himself. As the story goes, he suspected an ambush while he was on the way to meet King Laoghaire. He said the prayer, known today as St. Patrick's Breastplate, the Lorica, or the Deer's Cry, and as the soldiers lay in wait Patrick and his companions passed by but all the soldiers saw were deer!

    Whether or not St. Patrick actually wrote the prayer, it is clearly an expression of the Christian faith as he brought it to Ireland. In modern times it has taken on the form of a beloved hymn in Christian Churches of many denominations expressing the belief that God will protect His people.

    The three names by which it is known, and the legend above, give clues to links to the Celtic world that Patrick knew so well from his time in captivity as a slave. In converting the Celts who had been his captors to Christianity, he was bringing into the Church a people whose spiritual traditions ran deep; a people with a sense of awe and wonder at the world around them and their union with it.

    There are many versions of St. Patrick's Breastplate available. The one the follows was translated by Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander in 1889.

    St. Patrick's Breastplate

    I bind unto myself today
    The strong Name of the Trinity,
    By invocation of the same
    The Three in One and One in Three.

    I bind this today to me forever
    By power of faith, Christ's incarnation;
    His baptism in Jordan river,
    His death on Cross for my salvation;
    His bursting from the spiced tomb,
    His riding up the heavenly way,
    His coming at the day of doom
    I bind unto myself today.

    I bind unto myself the power
    Of the great love of cherubim;
    The sweet 'Well done' in judgment hour,
    The service of the seraphim,
    Confessors' faith, Apostles' word,
    The Patriarchs' prayers, the prophets' scrolls,
    All good deeds done unto the Lord
    And purity of virgin souls.

    I bind unto myself today
    The virtues of the star lit heaven,
    The glorious sun's life giving ray,
    The whiteness of the moon at even,
    The flashing of the lightning free,
    The whirling wind's tempestuous shocks,
    The stable earth, the deep salt sea
    Around the old eternal rocks.

    I bind unto myself today
    The power of God to hold and lead,
    His eye to watch, His might to stay,
    His ear to hearken to my need.
    The wisdom of my God to teach,
    His hand to guide, His shield to ward;
    The word of God to give me speech,
    His heavenly host to be my guard.

    Against the demon snares of sin,
    The vice that gives temptation force,
    The natural lusts that war within,
    The hostile men that mar my course;
    Or few or many, far or nigh,
    In every place and in all hours,
    Against their fierce hostility
    I bind to me these holy powers.

    Against all Satan's spells and wiles,
    Against false words of heresy,
    Against the knowledge that defiles,
    Against the heart's idolatry,
    Against the wizard's evil craft,
    Against the death wound and the burning,
    The choking wave, the poisoned shaft,
    Protect me, Christ, till Thy returning.

    Christ be with me, Christ within me,
    Christ behind me, Christ before me,
    Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
    Christ to comfort and restore me.
    Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
    Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
    Christ in hearts of all that love me,
    Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

    I bind unto myself the Name,
    The strong Name of the Trinity,
    By invocation of the same,
    The Three in One and One in Three.
    By Whom all nature hath creation,
    Eternal Father, Spirit, Word:
    Praise to the Lord of my salvation,
    Salvation is of Christ the Lord.



    Graphics by Angie
    Thank you sisterfriend!
    Graphics ©Selkywolf's Den


    Midi: "Ketty Terrol"
    Sequencer Barry Taylor
    Used with Permission




    FastCounter by LinkExchange