Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day. As I interacted with some children in the neighborhood of our church building, they told me of how the holiday is about Leprechauns and green clothing. It struck me how yet another holiday has been diverted from its true meaning.
Easter is centered on chocolate bunnies and eggs, rather than the resurrection of Christ. Thanksgiving is centered on turkeys and football, rather than actually thanking God for His blessing upon our lives. Christmas is all about shopping and the reindeer that come from the North Pole, rather than worshiping God who has come to dwell among us to save us from our sins.
In case you don’t know, St. Patrick was a Bible-believing missionary who went to Ireland to spread the gospel of Jesus Christ. His autobiography is a short book that can easily be read in less than an hour. You can read it here. Here’s an excerpt:
I did not, indeed, know the true God; and I was taken into captivity in Ireland with many thousands of people. … And there the Lord opened my mind to an awareness of my unbelief, in order that, even so late, I might remember my transgressions and turn with all my heart to the Lord my God, who had regard for my insignificance and pitied my youth and ignorance. … Therefore, indeed, I cannot keep silent, nor would it be proper, so many favours and graces has the Lord deigned to bestow on me in the land of my captivity.
So, whenever you are celebrating a holiday, I encourage you to think about how it began. You will probably find some deeper meaning than what most are celebrating.