The Snakes of Ireland

A friend of mine posted about St. Patrick and the snakes being an allegory for the pagans. The friend wrote that it had been an outright genocide of the pagans, along with burned villages and forced conversions. That being said there are loads of people thinking of St. Patrick literally shooing snakes into the ocean.

The first story is easy to dispel, the idea that Saint Patrick drove literal snakes into the sea with his staff, all of them. Ignoring the logistics, snakes never lived on Ireland at all, they’re not in the fossil record. Ireland was a lump of ice during the Ice Ages and cold water around it besides. Snakes couldn’t get there. England has three but that’s because they started thawing early.

Then there’s the hardest one to untangle. Were the snakes of Ireland symbol of the pagans? I’ve heard it’s true and I’ve heard it’s not true. But his whole story is confusing and complex. He was either born in England, Scotland, or Wales (or maybe even France) and he had roughly half a dozen names. He claims he was kidnapped by Irish raiders as a teen and worked as a herder for six years before sneaking out (under the direction of God) and returning home. Others said that’s not how the raiders worked and he was coming of age for a boring and difficult Roman office job so simply left as several others had before.

Every story says he did convert to being Christian and went around converting others. But beyond that it’s a mystery. There are so many conflicting stories: was he born in 5th century or 4th century… did he accept gifts from all the local kings? It was common practise and considered to give the king dishonour by refusing. His account said he didn’t (he wrote an extremely short autobiography), others said he only took gifts from the girls, and others said, “of course he did”. He’s got a story about fasting alone which is very similar to Jesus own fasting in the desert story. In Patrick’s tale he fasted for 40 days then had to fight off a giant serpent or a demon. Later Patrick wanted a hilltop church but the man who owned the hill refused to sell. So Patrick made the grass in his yard poisonous so the man’s horse got (sick? died?) when he grazed then the man got sick too. He realized how powerful Patrick was and sold him the hill then Patrick healed both of them.

The stories keep piling even for centuries after his death and they continue to grow wilder. Like one time he lifted a man, with thoughts alone, over jagged rocks then dropped him – killing him. In another, he asked a man for food and the man sent out his live bull, figuring Patrick would be trampled, gored, or both. Patrick touched the bull, who calmed then offered himself for the slaughter. The farmer found him cooking meat over the fire and demanded his cow back. One story says he made a mock bull out of the bones and hide while another claims he touched part of the remains and brought him back to life. He’s recording as dying at 120 years old and, for funsies there might have been two of him. He wasn’t even the first Christian to go to the Emerald Isle to convert people and, finally, it looks like the whole “getting rid of the pagans” was a lot less of a slaughter and more a long and very slow conversion. I found this quote while looking for information and thought it was interesting…

“He spent his last 30 years there, baptizing pagans, ordaining priests, and founding churches and monasteries. His persuasive powers must have been astounding: Ireland fully converted to Christianity within 200 years and was the only country in Europe to Christianize peacefully.” By David Plotz, The Slate

Someone else mentioned the Bretha Crólige, which was an early Irish law that decided what monetary value each person is worth so they know what to pay the survivors if there’s an untimely death. The Druids were placed in the same category as blacksmiths, which was pretty high regards. They were also made priests if they converted.

I have yet to see any information regarding wholesale slaughter and, honestly, that argument makes no sense. The church wanted people converted and it’s damn hard to convert the dead. I couldn’t find any evidence of kidnapped children or Druid women getting forcibly married to Christian men. And considering humanity’s apparent need to observe tragedy and violence (from a safe distant), you would think the tragic stories of a genocide would be front and centre but they aren’t. Which leads me to believe it never happened. Which is a great thing because wholesale murder is horrible.

If anyone disagrees with me, feel free to comment. If you agree you can comment too.

Love the sinner…

pride giftMy favourite phone game gave a Pride gift this week to everyone who played, all you needed to do was click on their pretty rainbow bedecked box to receive it. It was a lovely gift, full of money, gold, and a few star coins. One of the players thanked the game in the game’s Facebook group, stating that her daughter was a member of the LGBTQIA2S community, and that’s when a whole lot of nastiness welled over and oozed out. A bunch of people stated they’d refused the gift entirely. Some were disgusted because the game was getting political. “They’ve never celebrated anything else on here before” was a phrase I read several times. I’ve only been playing since March but so far I’ve seen gifts and promotions for Easter, St. Patrick’s Day, Earth Day, and Mother’s Day. Earth Day had an even bigger gift than Pride. And, of course, there was much talk of sin, how “good parents” don’t celebrate their child’s perversions, the rainbow is for God not pride, and comments about how same sex relationships had nothing to do with love, all of which got repeated again and again. Then, in the midst of it all, came someone, who probably felt she was the voice of reason, saying, “We don’t have anything against you, after all love the sinner, hate the sin.”

Love the sinner, hate the sin. It sounds like such an innocent phrase, especially to the one who’s saying it. So benign, it even starts out with the word “love”. How could anything that’s mean, cruel, or arrogant start with love? I’ve heard so many people use this phrase then follow it up with “everyone’s a sinner”, or “I’m a sinner too”, or “we all sin differently”. Sometimes they even use all three. And they’re completely and utterly missing the point. Like if the point’s right here they’re in another town, on the far side of that town, looking in the opposite direction. That far off the mark.

If you say to the average Christian, “love is patient”, most will know it’s from a Bible verse, many can recite it by heart, and almost as many had it, in one form or another, at their wedding. It’s pretty popular. Love is patient and kind and several other honest and good traits. That’s wonderful, I’m happy for you, but you can’t talk about how kind, honest, and endless your love is in one breath and call mine a sin with another. I fell in love with Lenny when he was non binary and had a short relationship with Lily a couple of years later. Neither relationship was sinful, nor were they comparable to stealing, or vandalizing, or any of the other so-called petty crimes people use as an example. The people who use this phrase always use a petty crime as an example, like they’re emphasizing they don’t think the LGBTQIA2S community is as bad as murder. We’re more like Bad Light™. Let me make myself more than clear. If I ever fall in love again… if I ever have a relationship again… it will not be comparable to you slipping a t-shirt into your oversized purse at Walmart and hoping the camera didn’t spot you. If your love is patient and kind then mine is too. Slip that into your world view.

I find there’s a certain mindset that runs along with this “love the sinner” view. It’s a very Jesus-centric mindset but it’s set around a certain white, golden haired Jesus who 100% never existed. This is no brown, bearded man denouncing wealth, chilling with the prostitutes, and washing the feet of the outcast. White Jesus™ is actively involved in their lives and constantly blessing them (hence the prominent “blessed” signs in their homes). Gavin wouldn’t have got that home run in Little League without him and it wasn’t those hours of studying that got Sarah her A in chemistry. Jesus took the wheel and snagged that one for her. I saw the handle of one of the other players (in the above mentioned game) this morning and it was Designing for Jesus. Really? Really??? I don’t know about you but I’m willing to bet that a 2000 year old middle-eastern man probably wouldn’t care that some woman from the US matched mossy suede upholstery with a $2190 joy pillow in a game. But I’m willing to bet that every little thing in her life is centred around him. The irony, when it comes to both White Jesus™ and the “love the sinner” phrase is that both have nothing to do with Jesus. In fact, “love the sinner” is a misquote of Gandhi. It doesn’t even have to do with Christianity.

Sometimes it’s so much more valuable to take a look from the other person’s perspective. Instead of brushing off someone’s hurt and irritation at your words with the platitude “everyone sins”, try thinking of how you’d feel if multiple someone’s judged your relationship as wrong, immoral, and sinful. Or they commiserated by saying they’d screwed up and done something wrong too, as if them cheating on their taxes was the same as your deep, strong love for your spouse. Instead of “love the sinner” how about just plain “love”.

Right now I’m watching a friend fall head over heels in love. It was a chance meeting and has been quite a romantic courtship; he’s giving enough info to keep the group of us feeling “in the know” without sharing any salacious details. They’ve been thoughtful, sweet, kind, conscientious, and genuine to each other. I’m looking forward to watching their relationship thrive. They’re also a male couple and the epitome of that “love is patient and kind” verse. Their love is not a sin. Love is love.

Love is love.