Something in me is saddened when a holiday is robbed of its meaning and intended purpose. It seems that is the pattern of humanity. Something great is done. Later, someone is deeply influenced by the event and they attempt to re-capture and celebrate the event. Yet as generations pass, the original passion behind the celebration begins to diminish and to fade. Soon nobody knows or remembers what is being celebrated and why. But since there is so much money to be made, the tradition continues and the purpose is reinvented.
Such is the case with St. Patrick's Day. On a day that was intended to honor and celebrate a Saint who is credited with the evangelism of Ireland, who's work indirectly saved Christianity from the darkness of the middle ages, we instead celebrate beer. Or green. Or green beer. Weird.
My hope is that Holy Week and its sacred days of remembrance never meet the same fate that St. Patrick's Day, and others, have met.
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The message at Trinity was about this exact topic.
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