I love the story of Saint Patrick. There are lots of legends surrounding him, but his true story is fascinating enough. Imagine, being kidnapped as a young teenager from England, made a slave in Ireland, left alone most of the year with your master's sheep in the wilderness, escaping after several years, and then going back because God called you to be a missionary to the country of your captivity. You couldn't make this up.
One of the most famous Celtic Christain prayers is an old Irish eighth-century prayer called "Saint Patrick's Breatplate." In honor of Saint Patick, I'll share some of it below (If you want the whole thing, you can find it here):
I rise today
in the power of Christ's birth and baptism,
in the power of his crucifixion and burial,
in the power of his rising and ascending,
in the power of his descending and judging.
I rise today
in heaven's might,
in sun's brightness,
in moon's radiance,
in fire's glory,
in lightning's quickness,
in wind's swiftness,
in sea's depth,
in earth's stabiliy,
in rock's fixity.
I rise today with the power of God to pilot me,
God's strenght to sustain me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look ahead ofr me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to protect me,
God's way before me,
God's shield to defend me,
God's host to deliver me,
from snares of devils,
from evil temptations,
from nature's failings,
from all who wish to harm me,
far or near,
alone and in a crowd. . .
