Ancestrial Amnesia

I completely missed out on St. Patrick's Day yesterday. . . what kind of Irish does that make me? A horrible one I'm sure. I stayed home reading Aquinas on Human Nature rather than going to the Irish pub. A tragedy perhaps, although, Aquinas was good company.

I'm exactly one quarter Irish so I do have some of the Irish blood running through me, not to mention that it is from this Irish line of descent that I get my solid Irish last name. I'm a conflicted Irish though. . . a faithful practicing Catholic with orange roots. Talk about identity crisis. My Irish ancestry is Protestant from Northern Ireland and so I don't know how to reconcile that to my strong Catholic faith, but nonetheless, I suppose I should have celebrated St. Patrick's Day in some way yesterday. I did go home on and put on a green sweater after realizing at morning Mass that it was St. Patty's Day. That's got to count for something.

Happy belated St. Patrick's Day!