Did you ever wish you were Irish? I have. Beautiful complexion, red hair, great coloring and a wonderful accent. What’s not to love?
After doing some family tree research, I’ve learned that I might be a wee bit Irish. (At least the kissing part. As in, Kiss me, I’m Irish.)
Actually, I think I’m the melting pot of the world. I’m German, French, English, Scottish, Irish, southern and Oklahoman. To be honest, that doesn’t matter much. What really matters is that I’m an AMERICAN and a Christian.
In honor of St. Paddy’s day, I’m reposting last year’s.
So . . . did you ever wish you were Irish? What are you? (I’m hoping for at least one outer-space alien.) :)
Originally posted on Susan Spess Shay:
Ever wonder who St. Patrick was and why we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? I thought he was the saint who drove all the snakes out of Ireland with a shamrock.
I was wrong. (Imagine that! LOL.)
Patrick was born a Roman Citizen in Britain 1600 years ago (give or take.) He was kidnapped and taken to Ireland where he was a slave for six years. He turned to Christ during that time, escaped and later went back to Ireland as a missionary. (Now that’s Christian love!)
Patrick used the shamrock to explain the Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, which is the reason why shamrocks are part of St. Paddy’s Day.
St. Patrick DID NOT drive all the snakes from Ireland. (Gasp!) There are no…
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