You know what March 17 is - St. Patrick's Day. A lot of lies and lore about the real man. Secular people use it as another Mardis Gras, to drink until drunk. Some people really believe the tale about snakes. It goes on.
The real story isn't food coloring on mac and cheese, but what my friend Mary Carrington wrote about St. Patrick in Christian History Magazine. I'll tease you with the beginning:
Patrick the Saint
Behind the fanciful legends of the fifth-century British missionary stands a man worthy of embellishment.
October 1, 1998
A fleet of 50 currachs (longboats) weaved its way toward the shore, where a young Roman Brit and his family walked. His name was Patricius, the 16-year-old son of a civil magistrate and tax collector. He had heard stories of Irish raiders who captured slaves and took them "to the ends of the world," and as he studied the longboats, he no doubt began imagining the worst.
With no Roman army to protect them (Roman legions had long since deserted Britain to protect Rome from barbarian invasions), Patricius and his town were unprepared for attack. The Irish warriors, wearing helmets and armed with spears, descended on the pebbled beach. The braying war horns struck terror into Patricius's heart, and he started to run toward town.
To all of this I say -- Easter is Coming!