Today is St. Patrick’s Day. There are all kinds of celebrations happening around the United States, and around the world. Many have to do with Irish culture more than St. Patrick. A few do honor him. Most are just a great way for us to party, drink Guinness, eat corned beef and cabbage, wear green, and be thankful that somehow all of us are Irish. Oddly enough, most of the things we do to celebrate did not start in Ireland, but in America.

Patrick had a lot of myths grow up about him- he was Irish (he was born in Britain); he brought Christianity to Ireland (he, in fact, was converted while in Ireland); he chased the snakes out of Ireland (Ireland has been snake free since it became an island).

There are a few things that most historians agree on regarding Patrick. He was born somewhere in Britain, sometime around 390 CE. Sixteen years later he was taken captive by Irish raiders, taken to Ireland, and sold as a slave, where he became a shepherd for his owners. He was held a slave for six years, during which time he became an ardent follower of Jesus. (Note: his parents were most likely Christians, and Patrick may have been baptized early in life, but there is no indication that he took it seriously.) After six years of slavery, he escaped and went back to Britain, where he became a priest. He stayed in Britain for 16 years (until he was 38), rising in the ranks of the Catholic church. He then returned to Ireland, to the people who held him captive as a slave, and brought the gospel of Jesus to them in new ways. Many became followers of Jesus, and the country itself changed.

In my meditation time this morning I was reading about having “a great heart.” There is a Buddhist term, bodhichitta, which means “a heart that is noble and awakened, filled with compassion for others so that you feel the pain they feel.” I think it is what Jesus telling us in the Beatitudes in Matthew 5. Otherwise, they do not make sense. I’ve been thinking about people with great hearts. People who see beyond the pain that others have caused, and long for them to find the peace they know, even if it is costly. Stories I read of Corrie Ten Boom, David Wilkerson, Elisabeth Elliot shaped my early life in following Jesus. Watching Martin Luther King, Jr., and Nelson Mandela spurred me on. Patrick, too, leaves me awestruck. Honestly, I do not think I have a heart that wants the best for those who have hurt people. But I want to have that heart.

I find myself singing Johnny Clegg’s Great Heart almost every day. Though it’s not Irish, but African, I think Patrick would like it. He had a great heart.

And I know it is the only way things change.