It’s Saint Patrick’s Day and there is a fair amount of green floating about the landscape. It’s not the stuff covered by snow.A personal reflection is that it is not as green as the past, but that might be due to the authors drift into a later season. That, is a season, of a different color. In any case, Patrick’s day is a day I have endorsed even though it is celebrated against a saintly way. A raucous celebration in lent, and on a Lenten Friday to boot. To me this day is American, even more so then Irish-American. It has that rebellious character and that can be interpreted in a number of ways. Put blinders on. It is defiantly Catholic, a Catholic version of Yankee Doodle dandy. Probably not, but I can live with a delusion. It’s a Catholic Saint, and Americans celebrate that. Right? To my delusion, and it is a delusion, America is celebrating a Bishop of Christ. For that reason I celebrate.
I also have to think, this is a Friday of Lent. Monday’s through Thursdays of Lent are important, but the Friday’s of Lent are most important. That is the day of the Passion. That is the day of the sacred Stations of the Cross. Is it right to be decadent on that day? Again, I have let my opinion be known. Pat’s day should be celebrated in America according to American tradition. There’s something to remember though. In the celebration a reminder of a cross, a sacred Cross.
Saint Pat’s day, this day, is a day of the cross. It is the day of those holy stations. I think, do I care to discuss every station and every pain and every agony? Not today I think, it is after all early in the season. I will speak of the early stations during this celebration of an important Irish Saint. Specifically I will limit it to the first few. With a Guinness in hand, there is that sentence of condemnation. The sentence by Pilate is for nothing our LORD did wrong, it was to appease a crowd. The crowd today wanted their celebration, did they not? Were the authorities stern, did they uphold the law or did they bend? What did Pilate do, did he bow under pressure? Tough decisions for mere mortals for sure! We all make mistakes, let’s remember that. An unjust sentence given and demanded by weak and stubborn men. Station one.
Then there is the scourging, man’s cruelty uninhibited. For this I switch to a sorrowful mystery. The faults of justice magnified. Ponder that. Vengeance and hatred unleashed, unencumbered and uninhibited. We are left to do according to our will. Who wants to fast on this day? The anger and cruelty of man is something to remember. Let it not interfere with the celebration, but please give a moment of pause. To scourge someone is to unleash cruelty. Let’s remember that the HOLY Lenten penance is a restraint. Some things should be reined in and put under control.
Then turn to mockery, a crown of thorns. A sorrowful mystery again, before the cross is picked up by the Lord. Saint Patrick’s Day should not mock the King. If one is to celebrate, celebrate the LORD that Patrick celebrated. Make use of the day. The crown is a mockery, it is to hurl insults. It is to discredit and to insult. Patrick preached the gospel of Christ and that is what the day truly celebrates. I wonder, how many today will place that crown of thorns on the LORD. I drift in thought to Celtic Neopaganism, or Celtic Reconstructionist Paganism or Neo-Druidism that many will bring up today. It’s a latest thing, not just Irish, a crown of thorns. A drink for drunk, and not a salute. Not a Sláinte or the LORD. Not a toast to the health of that Church that the Saint celebrated, but a drink to be drunk. A mockery of the LORD. Again, I go back to the top. I celebrate this day, I celebrate it as Saint Patrick celebrated the LORD. But mockery does exist, look around. This is a Holy day to celebrate someone who celebrated our Lord. Oh, I guess this is a bit of a ramble.