St Patrick was the son of a Roman Official in England in the fifth century and he was kidnapped by Irish pirates when he was only sixteen and taken to Ireland to be a slave. After six years, he escaped and went back to England and trained in the church and one night he had a distinct dream;
I saw a man coming, as it were from Ireland. His name was Victoricus, and he carried many letters, and he gave me one of them. I read the heading: "The Voice of the Irish". As I began the letter, I imagined in that moment that I heard the voice of those very people who were near the wood of Foclut, which is beside the western sea—and they cried out, as with one voice: "We appeal to you, holy servant boy, to come and walk among us."
Patirck returned to Ireland and under much opposition from Druid priests however his faith in God would not be moved. He saved many women and raised countless people from the dead and was the catalyst for Christianizing a pagan nation and so every year on the 17th of March he is honoured for his deeds.
I know it's a popular time to go to the pub and have a green drink but don't forget a good read;
