"May the roof above us never fall in and may we friends beneath it never fall out"
We have many Irish friends and family, who come to stay at our home for waifs and strays, and indeed, my great grandparents were from Ireland. To you all....Happy Saint Patricks Day!
So who was Patrick? He was the son of a wealthy family who lived in Roman Britain, during the fourth century. His father was a deacon and his Grandfather was a Priest in the Christian church.
At the tender age of 16, Patrick was kidnapped by Irish Pirates and taken to Ireland. For the next six years, he was forced into slavery and turned to religion in his despair. He only managed to escape when he heard God’s voice telling him what to do. Once free, he made his way back to his family in England. But many years later, after becoming a priest himself, he returned to Ireland. He had a dream that he would one day convert them to Christianity.
Patrick soon became Saint Patrick, one of Ireland’s most popular Saints. He died on March 17th 461 at the site where he built his first church.
Like many people, Patrick followed his heart. It wasn’t an easy path he chose or followed. Life isn’t like that. But he was determined and his faith helped him achieve his goal. I believe if we have faith in oursevles, we can achieve many things. Remember in tales past, that the road less travelled is the road with stones, as yet, unturned!