Well another year and another St. Patrick’s Day is come and gone. You see the half price sales tags on everything green, the “Local” is cleaning up and getting ready for the next gala, and the leprechaun who didn’t see his shadow is heading back into his hole.
On St. Patrick’s Day most people claim an “Irish” link, and I’m no exception. My great-grandmother was a potato famine refugee who arrived in Canada during a horrific period of adversity in Ireland. She left home and history for the hope of something new on the Canadian frontier.
Living in the hinterland of the Roman Empire, Patrick (sainted after his death—apparently there are no living saints) knew a life of adversity, of slavery—and the life of the refugee. Patrick lived as the prodigal as well as one who met God and experienced the spiritual zeal and life that comes through service to God.
I’m honored to work with many modern-day saints (they’re still alive, so we call them “Church Planters”) who live and love and labour among us to reach our nation of people with a life transforming message of hope.
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Top o’ the morning to ya!
Tom Lavigne, Director of Church Planting, Canadian Baptists of Western Canada