St Brigid of Kildare

I love St Brigid!  An abbess and the only female Patron Saint of Ireland, she is also known as “Mary of the Gael” or the “Mother Saint of Ireland.”  Founder of one of the first monasteries in Ireland and whose relics shared a triple tomb, with St. Patrick and St. Columbkille in Downpatrick, Northern Ireland.  

The fact that she was born in 453 and died in 523 at 70 years old was a miracle itself for the fifth century.  Her father was a Pagan, a Leinster Chieftain who sold her Christian mother and baby Brigid into slavery to a Druid.  She was returned to her father when she was ten years old where Brigid’s charitable nature soon had her donating her father’s possessions to any who needed them. Her father was not amused and tried selling Brigid to the King of Leinster.  While she was there, she gave the King’s jeweled sword to a beggar.  The King of Leinster, a Christian, convinced her Father to grant her freedom saying “Her merit before God is greater than ours.”  This same King granted her land to build Kildare Abbey (Cill-Dara or Church of the Oak) after performing her first miracle by asking him to give her as much land as her cloak would cover which billowed out over several acres.

It’s been almost four years since I was in Ireland with a wonderful group from St. Anthony’s in Grand Rapids.  Visiting one of St Brigid’s wells was not on our itinerary, but our driver and tour guide happily obliged.  This well, south of the Cliffs of Moher, left me awestruck as I comprehended what I was seeing.  The Druid tree or fairy tree is adorned with bits of paper and ribbon filled with prayers and intentions. The well and grotto are filled with photos and rosaries of loved ones in need of healing and the random clotheslines are filled with billowing sheets blowing into the small cemetery behind it.  This little roadside gem was a homage of her life from Pagan roots to Druid slave, from Abbess to Saint.  This is a timeless place, a natural shrine of devotion and faith of her culture.  

From spiritual obscurity to beloved Saint, Brigid of Kildare continues to comfort and inspire all of us on our personal spiritual journeys.

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Kay Kunz is the Accounts Manager at Diocesan.  She is a mother of two and grandmother of five.  Living on her family’s centennial farm surrounded by nature, creatures great and small, wild and tame, Kay and her husband are in perpetual restoration mode.  When she is not crunching numbers or helping churches with bookkeeping issues, you’ll more than likely find her curled up with a book and a cup of coffee.  Inspired by St. Brigid of Kildare, not just because she is the patron saint of chicken farmers and turning water into beer, but her simple pastoral life of finding peace in nature.

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The Twelfth Night

The twelfth night, the evening of January fifth, has marked the end of the Christmas season since the Middle Ages.  There are many who believe and just as many who think the Catholic meaning of the twelve days of Christmas is an urban legend.  When Catholicism was made a criminal offense by Henry the 8th in England in 1558, many believed that the song was a secret catechism for the Catholics living in Britain to remember and teach their faith without fear of prosecution.

Many people singing this song envision “my true love” as a smitten suitor, while others know the “true love” as God himself.  Each gift given has a catechetical meaning starting with The Partridge as a symbol for Jesus Christ.  Two Turtle Doves refer to the Old and New Testaments.  The French Hens for the Trinity, Four Calling Birds reference the Gospels of the New Testament.  Five Golden Rings symbolize the Pentateuch.  Six Geese are the Creation Days.  Seven Swans symbolize the Seven Sacraments.  Eight Maids are the Beatitudes and Nine Ladies are the fruits of the Holy Spirit.  Ten Lords refer to the Ten Commandments and the Eleven Pipers are the loyal Apostles of Jesus.  Twelve Drummers remind us of the twelve doctrine points of the Apostles Creed.  

The twelfth night may recall the romantic comedy by Shakespeare or the festivities still celebrated in a handful of European countries in Rick Steve’s Christmas Travelogue, but what does it mean to us besides a wee bit of history?

We are blessed to live in a country free from religious persecution.  It is difficult to imagine a world where a multitude of denominations and religions don’t coexist, but we all know those places do exist.  I am not a cradle Catholic, the Holy Spirit tapped me on the shoulder and over the head a few times until I found my home in the Catholic faith.  Would I be strong enough to withstand a world where I could lose my freedom or my life if I chose to remain and worship as a Catholic?  Would I be crafty enough to sing a song with dual meaning to my grandchildren in order to maintain our Catholic Faith?  The twelfth night to me is my litmus test.  

After all the gifts my true love gave to me, the greatest is love.  Our First Reading today says “….so one who fears is not yet perfect in love.”  BE FEARLESS!

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Kay Kunz is the Accounts Manager at Diocesan.  She is a mother of two and grandmother of five.  Living on her family’s centennial farm surrounded by nature, creatures great and small, wild and tame, Kay and her husband are in perpetual restoration mode.  When she is not crunching numbers or helping churches with bookkeeping issues, you’ll more than likely find her curled up with a book and a cup of coffee.  Inspired by St. Brigid of Kildare, not just because she is the patron saint of chicken farmers and turning water into beer, but her simple pastoral life of finding peace in nature.

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