At home in Minneapolis. I run beside a golf course. I come across golf balls that have been hit out of bounds, and when I pick them up – often there is a message for me!!
Just before we flew back here I picked up this ball that had landed on my path.
I arrived back home and noticed a girl get out of a car parked outside the house. She too had her running gear on…… including a shirt that had on the front of it BR!
The next day we were flying back to BRitain. For the first time since we emigrated 22 years ago we would be stepping on English soil. So I knew this was Father alerting us to the significance of being back not just in Ireland but in the BRitish Isles.
In Hebrew brith means covenant and ish means man. BRitish therefore could mean ‘covenant man’. When I told an Irish Catholic friend the golf ball story he said “I thought of BRexit. Maybe BRexit is really BRentrance – an opportunity for these islands to give BiRth to their destiny as an expression of the true new ‘covenant man’.”
This trip was initiated by an invitation to a friend’s wedding. The brith we witnessed being birthed in the middle of the beautiful COTswolds involved an Irish Catholic groom and English Protestant bride.
Wandering around London a few days later we encountered another bride. At St. BRide’s church in the Temple district I read the history of the church. Father highlighted how during the Great Fire of London (1666) the parish was destroyed, except for 16 homes...the BRide of Christ necessarily must be tested by fire!
I remember when our son Joshua was about 7 years old and busy with his homeschool assignment. He paused looked up and said, “I see the fire, and you have to go into the fire to come through the fire. But it’s alright because it’s holy fire.” Then dropped his head and continued with his school work.
And what remained after the fire at St. Bride’s? 16... pure love, the essential nature of God. (See the 16 aspects of love in 1 Corinthians 13)
Incidentally Sir Christopher Wren (the architect of St. Paul’s) was persuaded to design the new St. Bride It’s tower was the inspiration for the first layered wedding cake!
Interestingly the BRide we found in the center of the English capital is an Irish saint. It is one of the many versions of the name BRigit, who along with Patrick and Brendan formed the Holy Trinity of Irish saints.
BReda is another form of the saint’s name.
Crossing the BRidge from England to Ireland we visited our BReda – and her husband Paddy – dear Irish Catholic friends of ours for many years, praying, prophesying and blessing us in every way imaginable! They live in the heart of the beautiful County Fermanagh countryside. As we prayed together Breda had a vision of the sacred heart of Jesus…..ablaze with love!
Although they have been for the most part housebound because of ill health for many years, Breda insisted on taking us to a nearby display of woodcarvings of the Celtic Saints. There in her own little beehive house stood the wooden St.Brigit – her arms laden with the fruit of the earth.
“Hospitality was her gift” our Breda reminded us.
After being feasted physically and spiritually back at their house, their British Protestant friends were sent on their way, laden down with all sorts of gifts, including little woven braclets made from an ancient ball of Irish linen thread they had stumbled upon. Our hometown Belfast at one time was dubbed “Linenapolis” because it was the linen capital of the world.
Again as I reflected on our day together I remembered the first St.Brigit was also known for her fire, which had burned in the monastery she founded for over 1000 years.
Paddy and Breda were in fact the one’s who ‘rediscovered’ the original Brigit prophecy of fire being kindled in Ireland in the last days that was the inspiration for my song “O Ireland” They have walked through their own personal fire, and have come through as a living expression of the sacred heart of Jesus in that beautiful ‘wee’ place.
To become pure, hospitable, burning love, is to be made compatible with Jesus the groom as part of that BRidal company from every tribe and language and people and nation wearing the linen garments of an immortal priesthood after the order of Melchizedek.(See Ez. 44, Heb. 7 and 8, Rev. 5 and 21)
P.S. I finished this blog in Established coffee shop in Belfast….the best coffee in the city. (Our daughter Abby happens to be a manager there – but no bias : – ) The owner of the shop was clearing my table. She is BRidgeen. I asked her, “Is that a form of Brigit?” “Yes.” she said. “My mother and grandmother were also baptized Brigit which is why we have different forms of the name to distinguish us.”
“Ah!” I thought, ” Another trinity of Irish saints : – ))”
P.P.S. Next week – an encounter with St. Columba.