St Patrick’s day was definitely a holiday or celebration of my youth. I religiously drank enough to vomit up a green beer drinking frenzy. Yes, university days. Yes, youth. Yes, the sense of adventure I realized this morning left me quite a few years ago. Now stress has taken over and I have let all the realities of adult life make me cranky as fuck. The most festive I will be today is the green sweater I am sporting that I picked up somewhere in Chile some 8 years ago. I am working a double today – and if I am tired at 9am I will absolutely be tired at 10pm. Luckily I have beer in my fridge (that has been hanging out for months and I have been to busy to drink) and I can have a lame ass quite celebration at home after a 13hr work day. Woot!
Anyway this morning I got to thinking about what exactly we are celebrating on St Patrick’s day. I mean – I have done it in the past but what is the significance of the day in terms of Irish culture. I honestly just thought it was Irish Independence day. Or Ireland’s Birthday but that is false. It is actually a Christianity thing. St Patrick’s day officially became a christian fest day in the 17C and the day commemorates Saint Patrick and the arrival of Christianity in Ireland, and celebrates the heritage and culture of the Irish. Like seriously though, who knew?
Patrick was a 5th-century Romano-British Christian missionary and bishop in Ireland. Much of what is known about Saint Patrick comes from the Declaration, which was allegedly written by Patrick himself. It is believed that he was born in Roman Britain in the fourth century, into a wealthy Romano-British family. His father was a deacon and his grandfather was a priest in the Christian church. According to the Declaration, at the age of sixteen, he was kidnapped by Irish raiders and taken as a slave to Gaelic Ireland. It says that he spent six years there working as a shepherd and that during this time he “found God”. The Declaration says that God told Patrick to flee to the coast, where a ship would be waiting to take him home. After making his way home, Patrick went on to become a priest.
According to tradition, Patrick returned to Ireland to convert the pagan Irish to Christianity. The Declaration says that he spent many years evangelising in the northern half of Ireland and converted “thousands”. Patrick’s efforts against the druids were eventually turned into an allegory in which he drove “snakes” out of Ireland (Ireland never had any snakes).
Tradition holds that he died on 17 March and was buried at Downpatrick. Over the following centuries, many legends grew up around Patrick and he became Ireland’s foremost saint.
So all you green beer drinking Youngins getting wasted tonight – you should know what you are celebrating – is Christianity in Ireland really a thing worth celebrating? I mean celebrating the Irish is for damn sure. They are all rad as fuck. Ireland right now, maybe not so much (do some research on the economic state of Ireland if you have no idea what I am talking about or if you live in Alberta you can just go down to the pub and find all the Irish expats there).
What is the best St Paddy’s day celebration you had?
I would tell you mine but the only memory I have is in photos from someone’s camera because I seriously don’t remember a thing. Must of been a time. #drunkasfuck
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