We have to read “The Confession of Saint Patrick” for school.
It is brilliant.
Think of four-leafed clovers?
. . .How about a passionate missionary? For that is what he was.
Inspiring.
“But after I had come to Ireland, it was then that I was made to shepherd the flocks day after day, and, as I did so, I would pray all the time, right through the day. More and more the love of God and fear of him grew strong within me, and as my faith grew, so the Spirit became more and more active, so that in a single day I would say as many as a hundred prayers, and at night only slightly less. Although I might be staying in a forest or out on a mountainside, it would be the same; even before dawn broke, I would be aroused to pray. In snow, in frost, in rain, I would hardly notice any discomfort, and I was never slack but always full of energy. It is clear to me now, that this was due to the fervor of the Spirit within me.”
-Translated by John Skinner
Let me pray like that.
photo credit: Anthony Patterson, Summit of Carrantuohill, the highest mountain in Ireland
