‘The Story Behind the Hymn: “Be Thou My Vision”‘

The Irish hymn, Be Thou My Vision, dates back at least to circa 700 A.D. and is one of the Church’s oldest hymns–and still after all these years (our modern version was published in 1912) is one of the most popular hymns we know, world-wide.

I did not know that the origin of this hymn rests with St. Patrick in the 4th century. Patrick defied the powerful, pagan Druid religious establishment in Ireland, and one of his most dramatic sermons was immortalized in a poem that was recast as a hymn some hundreds of years after Patrick preached it. Through this hymn, and through the power of the Holy Spirit, St. Patrick still speaks to us today.

We should listen.

Are We All Missionaries?

Saint Patrick - "found Ireland all heathen and left it all ...

We read of saints like St. Patrick, St. Columba, and St. Boniface who went among the heathen and converted them. We read of other saints who died trying. And others who didn’t die, but didn’t get anywhere, either.

In that we belong to Jesus Christ, each and every Christian is called to represent Him in some way: we are all His servants. That’s why the heathen rejoice when we fall short–as we all do, from time to time.

My question is: Are we as Christians required to engage in “dialogue”–very often a euphemism for getting shouted at–with persons who hate us, who despise our faith, who deny God, and go out of their way to make their feelings known? Some say yes, that’s our mission field. Others say don’t bother, it’s casting pearls before swine.

I think that some are called to do this while some are not. It takes a special kind of moral strength not to lose your temper, not to give way to intemperate language, not to punch the scoffer in the nose as St. Nicholas once did. I don’t have that kind of moral strength, so there’s no point in my trying to dialogue with a pagan pinhead. I’ll just get mad.

Somebody has to try to convert these heathen. What odds would you have given against St. Patrick actually being able to convert the pagan Irish? But I think he would tell you it was the Holy Spirit’s power, not his own, that did it.

Those of us who are called to do other things, should do them. You can sell insurance with honesty and grace, and represent the love and righteousness of Christ. You can prepare a good meal, play a nice song on your guitar, mix up a batch of medicine that helps somebody cope with illness–there are more ways to do it than there are people. And how many times did St. Paul preach that lesson?

I’m not going to wade into situations wherein I know I’ll only lose my temper. Let those deal with it who can.

If St. Columba thought the Picts were a tough audience, he should see the leftists of today.

An Irish Hymn for St. Patrick’s Day

I don’t understand a word of this beautiful Irish hymn, and please don’t ask me to pronounce the singer’s name. The title of the hymn in English is My Love, My God.

But do we really need to understand the lyrics? The Holy Spirit understands them; and if we relax and let the beauty wash over our hearts, the Holy Spirit will give us understanding that doesn’t require any words.

I think it must be a joy to God, to hear His praise in so many different languages.

 

St. Patrick’s Dinosaur

The little drop of Irish in me (by way of my paternal grandmother’s people) urges me to get a jump on St. Patrick’s Day, two days early, to celebrate the first dinosaur skeleton found in Ireland. Actually it was discovered in 2014, but I somehow missed the story at the time. ( http://www.irishexaminer.com/ireland/fossilised-remains-of-new-dino-species-discovered-in-waterford-263909.html )

This is an exceedingly strange-looking dinosaur! I can’t think of another dinosaur with such long forelimbs in proportion to its total size. You’d almost think it was some kind of mammal, with a build like that–but it’s most unlikely that any paleontologist worth his salt would ever confuse a dinosaur with a mammal.

Most dinosaur finds are nowhere near as well-preserved as this: we know so many dinosaurs from only bits and pieces. Enough of this creature is preserved to confuse scientists. They haven’t been able to decide just what kind of dinosaur it is. But it’s certainly put the city of Waterford on the prehistoric map.

Well, enjoy it–another tantalizing piece of God’s creation.