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CHRISTOPHER Nyerges
IN SEARCH OF THE REAL SAINT PATRICK
[NOTE: Christopher will
be at the Mountain Views
booth this Sunday at the
Wiste-ria Festival. Come
on by and say hello.]
Who was Saint Patrick? Was
he a real person? Children
are told "Saint Patrick wore a green suit, talked to
leprechans, and while trying to convert the pagans
with a sham-rock, he marched all the snakes out of
Ireland." Will the real Saint Patrick please stand up?
His real name was Maewyn Succat, born around
385 A.D., somewhere in Scotland, or possibly somewhere
else, as there is conflicting historical data on
his exact date and place of birth. His baptismal
name was Patricius.
Around age 16, he was sold into slavery in Ireland
and worked for the next 6 years as a shepherd. Keep
in mind that human slavery, as well as human sacrifice,
was consid-ered normal for those times.
After six years in slavery, he said that an angel came
to him in a dream, prompting him to escape and
seek out his homeland. He actually walked about
200 miles to the coast, where his dream indicated a
ship would also be waiting for him. Imagine that!
He took off and walked about 200 miles because of
a dream! Amazing. Even more amazing was that he
found the ship, and though he had to finagle his way
aboard, he successfully escaped, and spent the next
20 years of his life as a monk in Marmoutier Abbey.
There he once again reported receiving a celestial
visitation, calling him to return to the land where
he’d been enslaved, though now with a mission as a
priest and converter.
Patricius was called to Rome in 432, where Pope
Celestine bequeathed the honour of Bishop upon
him before he left on his mission.
Patricius returned to Ireland not alone, but with 24
supporters and followers. They ar-rived in Ireland
in the winter of 432. In the spring, Patricius decided
to confront the high King of Tara, the most powerful
King in Ireland. Patricius believed that if he
had the King's support, he would be free to take his
Christian message to the people of Ire-land.
Patricius and his followers were invited to Tara by
the King of Laoghaire. It was there that he was said
to have plucked a shamrock from the ground to explain
to the Druids and the King the concept of the
Trinity - The Father, The Son, and the Holy Ghost.
Of course, triads and trinities were a common
concept among the Druids. In fact, one could argue
that the trinity (a term not found in the Bible)
was a concept given to Chris-tianity by the Druids,
rather than the other way around. The Trinity is a
universal prin-ciple, though does not seem to have
been a part of the earliest Judeo-Christian teach-
ings. Regardless, King Laoghaire was impressed
with Patricius. He chose to accept Christianity, and
gave Patricius the “green light” to spread Christianity
throughout Ire-land.
When Patricius returned to Ireland, he treated the
"pagans" with the respect implicit in his dream.
Part of this respect was attempting to communicate
with the Druids on their terms. He also blended
the Christian cross with the circle to create what is
now known as the Celtic cross. He used bonfires to
celebrate Easter, a Holy Day that Christianity supplanted
with the already-existing spring equinox
commemoration. In fact, he incor-porated many of
the existing symbols and beliefs into his Christian
teachings.
Patricius spent his last 30 years in Ireland, baptizing
the non-Christian Irish, ordaining priests, and
founding churches and monasteries. His persuasive
powers must have been astounding, since Ireland
fully converted to Christianity within 200 years
and was the only country in Europe to Christianize
peacefully. There was none of the “convert or die”
hard-sell that was so common elsewhere. Patricius’
work ended slavery, human sacrifice, and most intertribal
warfare in Ireland.
Patricius was also unique in that he equally valued
the role of women in an age when the church ignored
them. He always sided with the downtrodden
and the excluded, whether they were slaves or the
“pagan” Irish.
According to Thomas Cahill, author of How the
Irish Saved Civilization, Patricius' in-fluence extended
far beyond his adopted land. Cahill's book,
which could just as well be titled How St. Patrick
Saved Civilization, contends that Patricius' conversion
of Ire-land allowed Western learning to survive
the Dark Ages. Ireland pacified as the rest of Europe
crumbled. Patricius' monasteries copied and preserved
classical texts. Later, Irish monks returned
this knowledge to Europe by establishing monasteries
in Eng-land, Germany, France, Switzerland, and
Italy.
When the lights went out all over Europe, says Cahill,
a candle still burned in Ireland – the candle that
was lit by Patricius.
Veneration of Patricius gradually assumed the status
of a local cult. He was not simply remembered
in Saul and Downpatrick, but he was worshipped.
Indeed, homage to Patricius as Ireland's saint was
apparent in the eight century AD. By then, Patricius
had achieved the status as a national apostle,
completely independent of Rome. He was regarded
locally as a saint before the practice of canonization
was introduced by the Vatican. The high regard in
which the Irish have held St Patricius is evidenced
by the salutation, still common today, of "May God,
Mary, and Patrick bless you".
Patricius was not Irish, had nothing to do with
leprechauns, almost certainly was not a drunkard
who drank green beer, and didn't drive snakes out
of Ireland. In fact, there were no native snakes in
Ireland -- that story is believed to be an analogy for
driving out the so-called “pagans,” or, at least, the
pagan religions.
Patricius was one of the "greats" of history who
nearly single-handedly preserved the best of Western
culture when much of Europe was devolving
into chaos and ruin. He deserves far better than remembering
him in the silly ways we do today, such
as wear-ing green, pinching each other, and getting
drunk. He deserves our accurate memory. Yet, unfortunately,
as we should all have learned by now,
all of history’s true Saviors are either killed off, or
relegated to the closet of ridicule.
[Christopher Nyerges is the author of several
books, such as Enter the For-est and Extreme
Simplicity: Homesteading in the City (co-author),
andHow to Survive Anywhere. He has
led wilderness expeditions since 1974. He
can be reached at Box 41834, Eagle Rock,
CA 90041 or via ChristopherNyerges.com]
OUT TO PASTOR
A Weekly Religion Column by Rev. James Snyder
THE QUESTION OF THE DISAPPEARING ICE CREAM
A mystery has developed within the halls of our once peaceful domicile. At first, I
did not think too seriously about it. Some things, if left alone usually take care of
themselves. Of course, there al-ways are other things, like my socks, that never take
care of themselves no matter how hard I wish.
A hint of the mystery came my way on Wednesday when the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage went to
the freezer for a box of ice cream. According to her, this was supposed to be for our des-sert after supper.
But, if I have all the facts correct, she went to the freezer and did not find the an-ticipated box of ice cream.
I was preoccupied with the evening news on television when my wife came and stood in the arch-way with
both hands on her hips, staring at me with one of those looks and said, "Where did the ice cream go?"
Well, as questions go, this one was a question, all right. My first response was to say, "Am I my ice cream's
keeper?" But I knew that would not scoop any goodwill from her. There is a time to laugh and then there is
the time to answer your wife's question. My problem is I usually confuse these two times.
However, from the tone of her voice I got the suspicion that this was not a rhetorical question. Somehow,
I felt she was looking for an answer and in looking for the answer was looking straight at me. At the time
I was looking rather guilty.
I resent this sort of thing. Whenever something adverse happens in our house the first thing my wife does
is to question me about the incident. And I do remember that this sort of thing happened even when the
children were still living under our roof. The insinuation that I was at the bottom of some sort of mischief
is quite offensive to Yours Truly. I usually am at the bottom of something or other, but offensive, nevertheless,
to be thought of in this light especially from my wife. The grilling continued. "Do you know anything
about the missing ice cream?" She queried as though she knew the answer.
My philosophy is, if you know the answer why bother with the question. The way she posed her question
suggested to me that she already knew the answer. In fact, the way she was looking at me suggested very
strongly that she was looking at the answer. The only thing I could do was retaliate with a dumb look.
When it comes to dumb looks, I got her beat every time. And why not? I've had more practice.
I did not quite know how to answer these inquiries. If I answered "yes," I was in for some very se-rious
interrogation. If, on the other hand, I answered "no," I was in for some very dirty looks. I'm not sure which
is worse, "interrogation" or "dirty looks." Both are on about the same level of pain for the recipient.
While we are on the subject, I have some questions of my own. What I want to know is, does she think I'm
responsible for the missing ice cream or, does she think I know what happened to the missing ice cream?
How much does she know about the incident and when did she know it? It was around this time that she
brought some evidence to bear upon the incident.
"I bought a box of ice cream on Monday and I have the receipt here to prove that I did. I did not have any
ice cream and it is only Wednesday, but the ice cream is missing." As devastating as that evidence was she
still had more incriminating corroboration in her accusatory arsenal.
"Also, I've been hearing some suspicious activity in the middle of the night in the general area of the refrigerator.
Do you have any idea what that noise might be?" Another question! Who does she think she is? The
FBI? [Female Bullying Investigator]. I must admit evidence was piling up pretty heavy in my direction.
However, I have a question of my own. Am I responsible for every noise and suspicious activity that goes
on in the middle of the night? And, could it be that I am positively innocent of these cov-ert charges laid
against me? Isn't a person presumed to be innocent until found guilty? And, does a husband qualify as
being a person? I am never good at answering questions. For example, my wife once asked me, "Are you
acting like a fool?"
Without even thinking, I responded by saying, "I'll have you know I'm not acting."
Jesus was good at asking questions. His questions usually got to the heart of the issue. He once asked Peter
a very serious question. "Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these?" (John 21:15).
Peter, being the kind of person he was, thought he knew the answer when he really did not under-stand
the question.
Finally, after the third time, Peter surrendered to the Lord. "Peter was grieved because he said unto him
the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I
love thee." (John 21:17).
At times, the question is not meant to elicit an answer but to get somebody to think about some-thing.
Dr. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, and lives with the Gracious Mis-tress of the
Parsonage in Ocala, FL. Call him at 352-687-4240 or e-mail jamessnyder2@att.net. The church web site is
www.whatafellowship.com.
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