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March 16, 1998             SECTION ONE              vol 9, no. 53



A Bishop speaks out...fifteen hundred and fifty years ago!

     As part of our MITERS THAT MATTER series and in honor of St. Patrick's Day tomorrow, we bring you the first of a three parter on a manuscript written by Saint Patrick himself from around 452 A.D. In this piece, written originally by the Apostle of Ireland in Latin and offered as his "autobiographical confessions." In this first installment Patrick talks of his shortcomings and that, if it were not for the Lord, he would truly be nothing. We see how he upholds the Mystery of the Trinity and how the simple shamrock became the symbol to teach this most august Mystery. We also see his earlier travails as he remained undaunted to bring the faith to the people of Ireland. For part one of SAINT PATRICK SPEAKS, click on MITERS THAT MATTER

ST. PATRICK SPEAKS Part One

     In honor of Saint Patrick's Day tomorrow, we present the first of a three-part series on the autobiographical confession written by Saint Patrick himself, in Latin, around the year 450. It offers a unique record of life in the British Isles during those times. Patrick was born in England or Scotland, kidnapped and sold into slavery in Ireland as a teen, escaping probably to northern France, and returning to Ireland as a missionary after a prophetic dream. The rest, as they say, is history. The astonishing thing is that this record of Patrick's own words have surfaced and now available after over a millennium and a half!!! Today in 1998 his words as a loyal bishop ring true as we present this as part of our MITERS THAT MATTER series.

      I, Patrick, a sinner, a most simple countryman, the least of all the faithful and most contemptible to many, had for father the deacon Calpurnius, son of the late Potitus, a priest, of the settlement [vicus] of Bannavem Taburniae; he had a small villa nearby where I was taken captive. I was at that time about sixteen years of age. I did not, indeed, know the true God; and I was taken into captivity in Ireland with many thousands of people, according to our deserts, for quite drawn away from God, we did not keep his precepts, nor were we obedient to our priests who used to remind us of our salvation. And the Lord brought down on us the fury of his being and scattered us among many nations, even to the ends of the earth, where I, in my smallness, am now to be found among foreigners.

      And there the Lord opened my mind to an awareness of my unbelief, in order that, even so late, I might remember my transgressions and turn with all my heart to the Lord my God, who had regard for my insignificance and pitied my youth and ignorance. And he watched over me before I knew him, and before I learned sense or even distinguished between good and evil, and he protected me, and consoled me as a father would his son.

      Therefore, indeed, I cannot keep silent, nor would it be proper, so many favours and graces has the Lord deigned to bestow on me in the land of my captivity. For after chastisement from God, and recognizing him, our way to repay him is to exalt him and confess his wonders before every nation under heaven.

      For there is no other God, nor ever was before, nor shall be hereafter, but God the Father, unbegotten and without beginning, in whom all things began, whose are all things, as we have been taught; and his son Jesus Christ, who manifestly always existed with the Father, before the beginning of time in the spirit with the Father, indescribably begotten before all things, and all things visible and invisible were made by him. He was made man, conquered death and was received into Heaven, to the Father who gave him all power over every name in Heaven and on Earth and in Hell, so that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord and God, in whom we believe. And we look to his imminent coming again, the judge of the living and the dead, who will render to each according to his deeds. And he poured out his Holy Spirit on us in abundance, the gift and pledge of immortality, which makes the believers and the obedient into sons of God and co-heirs of Christ who is revealed, and we worship one God in the Trinity of holy name.

      He himself said through the prophet: 'Call upon me in the day of' trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me.' And again: 'It is right to reveal and publish abroad the works of God.'

      I am imperfect in many things, nevertheless I want my brethren and kinsfolk to know my nature so that they may be able to perceive my soul's desire.

      I am not ignorant of what is said of my Lord in the Psalm: 'You destroy those who speak a lie.' And again: 'A lying mouth deals death to the soul.' And likewise the Lord says in the Gospel: 'On the day of judgment men shall render account for every idle word they utter.'

      So it is that I should mightily fear, with terror and trembling, this judgment on the day when no one shall be able to steal away or hide, but each and all shall render account for even our smallest sins before the judgment seat of Christ the Lord.

      And therefore for some time I have thought of writing, but I have hesitated until now, for truly, I feared to expose myself to the criticism of men, because I have not studied like others, who have assimilated both Law and the Holy Scriptures equally and have never changed their idiom since their infancy, but instead were always learning it increasingly, to perfection, while my idiom and language have been translated into a foreign tongue. So it is easy to prove from a sample of my writing, my ability in rhetoric and the extent of my preparation and knowledge, for as it is said, 'wisdom shall be recognized in speech, and in understanding, and in knowledge and in the learning of truth.'

      But why make excuses close to the truth, especially when now I am presuming to try to grasp in my old age what I did not gain in my youth because my sins prevented me from making what I had read my own? But who will believe me, even though I should say it again? A young man, almost a beardless boy, I was taken captive before I knew what I should desire and what I should shun. So, consequently, today I feel ashamed and I am mightily afraid to expose my ignorance, because, [not] eloquent, with a small vocabulary, I am unable to explain as the spirit is eager to do and as the soul and the mind indicate.

      But had it been given to me as to others, in gratitude I should not have kept silent, and if it should appear that I put myself before others, with my ignorance and my slower speech, in truth, it is written: 'The tongue of the stammerers shall speak rapidly and distinctly.' How much harder must we try to attain it, we of whom it is said: 'You are an epistle of Christ in greeting to the ends of the earth ... written on your hearts, not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God.' And again, the Spirit witnessed that the rustic life was created by the Most High.

      I am, then, first of all, countryfied, an exile, evidently unlearned, one who is not able to see into the future, but I know for certain, that before I was humbled I was like a stone lying in deep mire, and he that is mighty came and in his mercy raised me up and, indeed, lifted me high up and placed me on top of the wall. And from there I ought to shout out in gratitude to the Lord for his great favours in this world and for ever, that the mind of man cannot measure.

      Therefore be amazed, you great and small who fear God, and you men of God, eloquent speakers, listen and contemplate. Who was it summoned me, a fool, from the midst of those who appear wise and learned in the law and powerful in rhetoric and in all things? Me, truly wretched in this world, he inspired before others that I could be-- if I would-- such a one who, with fear and reverence, and faithfully, without complaint, would come to the people to whom the love of Christ brought me and gave me in my lifetime, if I should be worthy, to serve them truly and with humility.

      According, therefore, to the measure of one's faith in the Trinity, one should proceed without holding back from danger to make known the gift of God and everlasting consolation, to spread God's name everywhere with confidence and without fear, in order to leave behind, after my death, foundations for my brethren and sons whom I baptized in the Lord in so many thousands.

      And I was not worthy, nor was I such that the Lord should grant his humble servant this, that after hardships and such great trials, after captivity, after many years, he should give me so much favour in these people, a thing which in the time of my youth I neither hoped for nor imagined.

      But after I reached Ireland I used to pasture the flock each day and I used to pray many times a day. More and more did the love of God, and my fear of him and faith increase, and my spirit was moved so that in a day [I said] from one up to a hundred prayers, and in the night a like number; besides I used to stay out in the forests and on the mountain and I would wake up before daylight to pray in the snow, in icy coldness, in rain, and I used to feel neither ill nor any slothfulness, because, as I now see, the Spirit was burning in me at that time.

      And it was there of course that one night in my sleep I heard a voice saying to me: 'You do well to fast: soon you will depart for your home country.' And again, a very short time later, there was a voice prophesying: 'Behold, your ship is ready.' And it was not close by, but, as it happened, two hundred miles away, where I had never been nor knew any person. And shortly thereafter I turned about and fled from the man with whom I had been for six years, and I came, by the power of God who directed my route to advantage (and I was afraid o nothing), until I reached that ship.

      And on the same day that I arrived, the ship was setting out from the place, and I said that I had the wherewithal to sail with them; and the steersman was displeased and replied in anger, sharply: 'By no means attempt to go with us.' Hearing this I left them to go to the hut where I was staying, and on the way I began to pray, and before the prayer was finished I heard one of them shouting loudly after me: 'Come quickly because the men are calling you.' And immediately I went back to them and they started to say to me: 'Come, because we are admitting you out of good faith; make friendship with us in any way you wish.' (And so, on that day, I refused to suck the breasts of these men from fear of God, but nevertheless I had hopes that they would come to faith in Jesus Christ, because they were barbarians.) And for this I continued with them, and forthwith we put to sea.

      And after three days we reached land, and for twenty-eight days journeyed through uninhabited country, and the food ran out and hunger overtook them; and one day the steersman began saying: 'Why is it, Christian? You say your God is great and all-powerful; then why can you not pray for us? For we may perish of hunger; it is unlikely indeed that we shall ever see another human being.' In fact, I said to them, confidently: 'Be converted by faith with all your heart to my Lord God, because nothing is impossible for him, so that today he will send food for you on your road, until you be sated, because everywhere he abounds.' And with God's help this came to pass; and behold, a herd of swine appeared on the road before our eyes, and they slew many of them, and remained there for two nights, and the were full of their meat and well restored, for many of them had fainted and would otherwise have been left half dead by the wayside. And after this they gave the utmost thanks to God, and I was esteemed in their eyes, and from that day they had food abundantly. They discovered wild honey, besides, and they offered a share to me, and one of them said: 'It is a sacrifice.' Thanks be to God, I tasted none of it.

      The very same night while I was sleeping Satan attacked me violently, as I will remember as long as I shall be in this body; and there fell on top of me as it were, a huge rock, and not one of my members had any force. But from whence did it come to me, ignorant in the spirit, to call upon 'Helias'? And meanwhile I saw the sun rising in the sky, and while I was crying out 'Helias, Helias' with all my might, lo, the brilliance of that sun fell upon me and immediately shook me free of all the weight; and I believe that I was aided by Christ my Lord, and that his Spirit then was crying out for me, and I hope that it will be so in the day of my affliction, just as it says in the Gospel: 'In that hour', the Lord declares, 'it is not you who speaks but the Spirit of your Father speaking in you.'

      And a second time, after many years, I was taken captive. On the first night I accordingly remained with my captors, but I heard a divine prophecy, saying to me: 'You shall be with them for two months. So it happened. On the sixtieth night the Lord delivered me from their hands.

      On the journey he provided us with food and fire and dry weather every day, until on the tenth day we came upon people. As I mentioned above, we had journeyed through an unpopulated country for twenty-eight days, and in fact the night that we came upon people we had no food.

      And after a few 'ears I was again in Britain with my parents [kinsfolk], and the welcomed me as a son, and asked me, in faith, that after the great tribulations I had endured I should not go an where else away from them. And, of course, there, in a vision of the night, I saw a man whose name was Victoricus coming as it from Ireland with innumerable letters, and he gave me one of them, and I read the beginning of the letter: 'The Voice of the Irish', and as I was reading the beginning of the letter I seemed at that moment to hear the voice of those who were beside the forest of Foclut which is near the western sea, and the were crying as if with one voice: 'We beg you, holy youth, that you shall come and shall walk again among us.' And I was stung intensely in my heart so that I could read no more, and thus I awoke. Thanks be to God, because after so many ears the Lord bestowed on them according to their cry.

      And another night-- God knows, I do not, whether within me or beside me-- ... most words + ... + which I heard and could not understand, except at the end of the speech it was represented thus: 'He who gave his life for you, he it is who speaks within you.' And thus I awoke, joyful.

      And on a second occasion I saw Him praying within me, and I was as it were, inside my own body , and I heard Him above me-- that is, above my inner self. He was praying powerfully with sighs. And in the course of this I was astonished and wondering, and I pondered who it could be who was praying within me. But at the end of the prayer it was revealed to me that it was the Spirit. And so I awoke and remembered the Apostle's words: 'Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we know not how to pray as we ought. But the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with sighs too deep for utterance.' And again: 'The Lord our advocate intercedes for us.'

      And then I was attacked by a goodly number of my elders, who [brought up] my sins against my arduous episcopate. That day in particular I was mightily upset, and might have fallen here and for ever; but the Lord generously spared me, a convert, and an alien, for his name's sake, and he came powerfully to my assistance in that state of being trampled down. I pray God that it shall not be held against them as a sin that I fell truly into disgrace and scandal.

      They brought up against me after thirty years an occurrence I had confessed before becoming a deacon. On account of the anxiety in my sorrowful mind, I laid before my close friend what I had perpetrated on a day-- nay, rather in one hour-- in my boyhood because I was not yet proof against sin. God knows-- I do not-- whether I was fifteen years old at the time, and I did not then believe in the living God, nor had I believed, since my infancy; but I remained in death and unbelief until I was severely rebuked, and in truth I was humbled every day by hunger and nakedness.

TOMORROW: The second part of this three part treatise in Patrick's own words.


While Patrick built churches, a cardinal wants to close them!

     Speaking of bishops, there is one in Boston - a cardinal, no less - who could raise the ire of St. Patrick and many who came after him, including present day Catholics in beantown where Cardinal Bernard Law has proposed closing sixty churches in the greater Boston area for the flimsy excuse that Catholics are "too busy to attend Mass." Saints preserve us. In today's editorial we take the cardinal to task and ask him to reconsider, using other alternatives that have proved successful in the past - measures that would promote the kind of results St. Patrick had in mind and accomplished when he trekked over the Olde Sod in the fifth century. He relied on hard work and the rich Spiritual Treasury of the Church. Why can't the American bishops do the same thing? Click on today's CATHOLIC PewPOINT

They must be turning over in their graves!

      Nearly a month ago we wrote an editorial on the alarming circumstances of a bishop in Kentucky closing all the churches on Pentecost Sunday, the birthday of the Church, mandating all constituents in the Diocese of Lexington attend an "arena Mass" at Rupp Arena on the UK campus if they want to make Mass on that particular Sunday. That's pretty sad, but we've discovered something sadder in another diocese. Whereas Bishop James Kendrick Williams wants to close all the churches for one day, Cardinal Bernard Law is mulling over the idea to close several churches for good. This is alarming in itself, but when you consider where he wants to shut down the edifices of worship, it could be even more alarming. You see he is the head shepherd of the Archdiocese of Boston, long a Catholic stronghold on the Eastern seaboard. On the eve of that celebrated feast of Saint Patrick, there has to be a bit of sadness in the Irish generation of today that these magnificent testaments to prayer and the true faith will go the way of so many trees, so many condemned buildings. Surely their ancestors, the ones who gave of their sweat, blood, time, talent and treasures to build them, are turning in their graves. Many, who came from the Olde Sod in search of a better life, based their entire lives on these buildings they built, not for their honor but for the honor and glory of God...for a suitable abode for their Lord and Savior Jesus Christ Who would preside in the most beautiful and majestic of tabernacles. But many of those tabernacles, since Vatican II, have already been removed, either shelved into a back room or off to the side, replaced by the sedentia where the "presider" now sits in place of the King of Kings.

      What so many built with their unselfish sweat and blood, selfishness could very well destroy. Cardinal Law, when announcing that possibly sixty out of the 387 parishes in the Boston area would be closed, used as his rationale that people are just too busy to attend services regularly. Say what!?! What have we come to when one of the highest prelates of the land is dictated by modern tendencies? What have we come to when he caves in to the pressure of finances? What have we come to when Mass attendance declines two percent annually over the last five years? The answer for this southern-born red hat, now assigned to the eastern establishment of Boston: we close the churches. What ever happened to the wisdom of re-educating the people as to the rich Spiritual Treasury of the Church? What ever happened to establishing programs that would entice people back home, to want to be with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament? Why doesn't the Boston red hat decree something unique - offer the Latin Mass in all sixty of the targeted churches to be closed? Why doesn't he allow adoration of the Blessed Sacrament in these churches? Do you think the people would stay away then? Perhaps some of the parishioners might if they're that lukewarm, but we suspect there would be twice as many who would make up the difference with the opportunity to show reverence through the rich traditions of the Tridentine Mass and Adoration. It's a novel idea that has worked in other dioceses. Why not try it in Boston? To our knowledge it hasn't been banned in Boston, or has it? Only one church currently offers Latin Mass in the immediate Boston area - and only on Sundays at Holy Trinity Church on Shawmut Avenue. Even San Francisco, where the former Archbishop John Quinn shut down numerous churches before finally giving that diocese a much needed breath of fresh air by resigning, has five churches offering the Tridentine Mass. Consider little Peoria, Illinois - with a population that Boston would dwarf - lists six churches that offer the Latin Mass, and not just on Sunday. The reason: Bishop John Myers who makes sure his flock is instructed on the truths of their faith and instills in them a thirst for learning more about their faith where they yearn to do more for Christ, not less as seems to be the case with Boston Catholics. We know the latter have the reputation for being some of the most modernist Catholics who spout relativity in the country, after all this is the same archdiocese that gave us the Kennedy relatives and good ol' Teddy Kennedy and his ilk - pro-death Catholics who are only Catholic in name. Do the rest of the Bostonians want to go the way of Teddy? If they pressure the cardinal into closing down more churches, using the feeble cries of priest shortages and that people are "too busy to go to church" then, indeed, they'll be driving right off that Chappaquiddick precipice also. No, what they need is a heavy dose of common sense. It's time the cardinal, who is outspoken in so many other things, stands up for Holy Mother Church and tells the people he's running the Archdiocese. Rather than shutting them down, he should announce he's going to enlist people to renovate these masterful, but neglected edifices of glory. If there are people of faith left in Boston, and we feel there are many, they will respond to the challenge and turn out in droves. They would turn out even more if they were getting their money's worth in doctrine and the sacraments, especially Confession. Add in a liberal - they like that word in Boston - dose of adoration of the Blessed Sacrament, and you'd be surprised how this crisis would turn into a great blessing. The cardinal has cited that the number of diocesan priests will have dropped from 738 today to 573 by 2005. That's seven years away. If he would get busy today and start a renaissance of the faith as the Holy Father has asked, then there could very well be a plethora of vocations with seminaries teeming in 2005 and many ready for ordination, signalling an abundance of priests not only for Boston, but the entire country. If only the bishops could see this vision like Bishop Myers, Archbishop Charles Chaput, OFM Cap. of Denver, and Bishop Fabian Bruskewitz to name just a few of the bishops who have already implemented this plan because they don't want to get caught short, either in their diocese or when the time comes to answer to their Master what they did to promote His Church.

     While there may be some churches in Boston and other places that are so dilapidated they could be beyond repair, we suspect most can easily be refurbished but only if the cardinals, archbishops and bishops refurbish their priorities. With all due respect to these shepherds, we respectfully ask you: Take the challenges from Pope John Paul II seriously, and implement all he has asked. He truly does have a method to his madness. Afterall, he's guided by the Holy Spirit. That you can take to the bank. And if they put into practice what the Vicar of Christ is requesting, out of obedience to the man they must answer to, then the people will respond in droves. With those kind of results, the bishops will be able to take that to the bank to refinance any costs of renovating or rebuilding churches that have lasted for generations and will be solvent and an impact for future generations. It's the only solution to the problem in Boston and the rest of the dioceses throughout the United States and around the world. Not to implement these spiritual measures would be disastrous and cause the loss of many souls who have gone the way of modernism because their bishops have allowed it. That in itself, is reason to believe they, who gave so much of their lives and of themselves to perpetuate the faith, must be turning over in their graves!

Michael Cain, editor


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