St. Patrick Was A Fisherman

He used a shamrock so they said.

For the Telling of the Trinity.

The same one who drove snakes from the emerald place.IMG_0235

It is the stuff of legend and myth and the reason to put on green and share a pint.

Some parade their revelry without shame and wish the holiday wasn’t on a Sunday this year.

We aim too low.

We settle, down down down into the legends and myths and miss the truth of the matter.

The truth that contains the real wonder, the real reason to celebrate.

The truth is this;  that the boy, Maewyn Succat, woke up one morning not knowing this day, like all the days the Lord has made, was an ordained one. He was about to be captured by a band of Irish raiders and sold as a slave to a fierce and terrifying druid romancing darkness on the Emerald Isle and God was in the whole thing.

For six years Maewyn suffered under the ill treatment imposed by the druids, not the least of which was the terrible loneliness he endured as a shepherd.IMG_0247

He was forgotten, a foreigner, an exile on a brutal island painted green and godless.

But loneliness is fertilizer for God who makes something out of nothing and from it He grew the boy into a prayer warrior.

Maewyn’s prayers….his conversations with God yielded a boy grown to manhood who knew the Shepherd’s voice.

One day in the perfect timing of things ordained, Maewyn dreamed.

He dreamed a voice speaking:“Thy ship is ready for thee.”

So Maewyn went.  He escaped through 200 miles of hill and dale and black thorn and cragged rock  to the ship,  but when you know the Shepherd’s voice you will follow Him anywhere.

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Maewyn returned home on the ship to Britain and thinking he would continue his walk with Jesus there, he studied and applied himself to become a priest.IMG_0411

Then one day, again, in the perfect timing of things ordained, he dreamed.

He dreamed of a man coming to him with letters penned with Irish words. Maewyn heard  voices.

“We beg you, young man, come walk amongst us once more.

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So Maewyn went.

He took the name Patricius and went back to the land of his enslavement. It was here that Patricius lit a bonfire to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus and it was here that he met the wrath of the Tara’s High King. Only the High King of Tara was allowed to light the first bonfire…anyone else doing so was executed. Fury consumed the King of Tara and he summoned Patricius.

When summoned, Patricius opened his mouth.

When the words, May God arise and His enemies be scattered spilled out of his mouth and a darkness spilled down from heaven and the king’s guards took each other for the enemy and the ground began shaking, It Was Finished for the King of Tara.

The next morning, Easter day, the pagan king came humbled and kneeling like we all do when we witness resurrection power. So began the mission of Patricius, Patrick the saint, of lighting fires in the hearts of the Irish for the next four decades. God was in the whole thing.

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A St.Patrick’s Day worthy to be celebrated is the one where we remember that God is in all of it and He will waste nothing. He will even take our enslavements, our dire circumstances, whatever the enemy has meant for evil in our lives and use it to bring freedom to others.

We are Joseph and Naomi and Esther and Maewyn, the rescued and the rescuers.

The St. Patty’s Day legend pales in the redemptive light of the real man called Maewyn who said this:“We ought to fish well…and diligently as the Lord exhorts. Hence, we spread our nets so that a great multitude and throng might be caught.

Perhaps this is the best of Irish blessings:

May you fish well.

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9 thoughts on “St. Patrick Was A Fisherman

    • Thank you, Terri. This is so encouraging as we are stepping into even more new territories. We are beginning to hear the voices of those calling even more!May the nets He has given you also be spread wide!

      > Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2013 02:57:22 +0000 > To: mitsou7@msn.com >

  1. I’ll raise my glass to that! and thank you Mitsie for the “rest of the story”..actually, the BEST of the story. I love your phrase “lonliness is fertilizer for God” Happy St. Patrick’s Day…..God is good.

    • Bryana,
      This is a good question and perhaps the answer is because we have not cultivated the ‘art of blessing’ we see in scripture, therefore we are unable to get past the proverbial “sneeze blessing.” Cultivation yields growth!
      Thank you for visiting my blog. I have peeked onto your lovely pages and I have breathed deeply. Beautiful.

      • It’s true — we’re not really much of a “blessing culture,” are we? I grew up in Turkey, in the Middle East, and they are very much a blessing culture. There are unique blessings for practically everything. 🙂

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