“…my confession before I die…”

After reviewing some of my recent posts, I am reminded by one of my favorite sayings: 

Many attempts to communicate are nullified by saying too much.

Convicting and true.  So thank you readers for putting up with my many words and with my struggling efforts at trying to write well. Often I think provide too much; much more than anyone wants to read?   It’s tough to be both writer and editor all in one day.  And by the way,  please forgive my unintentional tendency to sound like I am an expert at times in my compositions.  I confess I am new to the Ancient Faith, and still learning.  That which I do know – I believe with great conviction, but there is so much that I am ignorant of, and in need of learing and maturing.  Also, I am reminded that great things, like great writing, take time…lots of time, and with my life as a father of five, time is what I often have very little of.  So, thank you for your compassion on account of my fast, hastily put together posts, and my ineptness at formulating well thought out sentences.  Pray for me to learn obedience and humility – virtues in short supply in my life….and perhaps in our culture as well.

Read now an actual excerpt from the hand of Patrick himself.  Called the Confession of St. Patrick

But I see that even here and now, I have been exalted beyond measure by the Lord, and I was not worthy that he should grant me this, while I know most certainly that poverty and failure suit me better than wealth and delight (but Christ the Lord was poor for our sakes; I certainly am wretched and unfortunate; even if I wanted wealth I have no resources, nor is it my own estimation of myself, for daily I expect to be murdered or betrayed or reduced to slavery if the occasion arises. But I fear nothing, because of the promises of Heaven; for I have cast myself into the hands of Almighty God, who reigns everywhere. As the prophet says: ‘Cast your burden on the Lord and he will sustain you.’  Behold now I commend my soul to God who is most faithful and for whom I perform my mission in obscurity, but he is no respecter of persons and he chose me for this service that I might be one of the least of his ministers.

For which reason I should make return for all that he returns me. But what should I say, or what should I promise to my Lord, for I, alone, can do nothing unless he himself vouchsafe it to me. But let him search my heart and [my] nature, for I crave enough for it, even too much, and I am ready for him to grant me that I drink of his chalice, as he has granted to others who love him.  Therefore may it never befall me to be separated by my God from his people whom he has won in this most remote land. I pray God that he gives me perseverance, and that he will deign that I should be a faithful witness for his sake right up to the time of my passing.

And if at any time I managed anything of good for the sake of my God whom I love, I beg of him that he grant it to me to shed my blood for his name with proselytes and captives, even should I be left unburied, or even were my wretched body to be torn limb from limb by dogs or savage beasts, or were it to be devoured by the birds of the air, I think, most surely, were this to have happened to me, I had saved both my soul and my body. For beyond any doubt on that day we shall rise again in the brightness of the sun, that is, in the glory of Christ Jesus our Redeemer, as children of the living God and co-heirs of Christ, made in his image; for we shall reign through him and for him and in him.  For the sun we see rises each day for us at [his] command, but it will never reign, neither will its splendour last, but all who worship it will come wretchedly to punishment. We, on the other hand, shall not die, who believe in and worship the true sun, Christ, who will never die, no more shall he die who has done Christ’s will, but will abide for ever just as Christ abides for ever, who reigns with God the Father Almighty and with the Holy Spirit before the beginning of time and now and for ever and ever. Amen.

Behold over and over again I would briefly set out the words of my confession. I testify in truthfulness and gladness of heart before God and his holy angels that I never had any reason, except the Gospel and his promises, ever to have returned to that nation from which I had previously escaped with difficulty.

Anaphora!

PS Even Google is Irish today.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

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