Saint Patrick and the Plague

If you’re a long time reader, you might be expecting my annual post on Saint Patrick. If you’re interested in that, I encourage you to read last year’s “Saint Patrick was an Englishman“. No, these exceptional times call for something altogether different and briefer.

Today, midway through an onerous interview process, I was again passed over for a job. I’ve been looking for nearly a year, and it’s grim. My unemployment benefits ended the week of Christmas, and my extended plague benefits remain on hold until the Unemployment Department deals with their backlog.

If you know anybody looking for a writer or an editor – or heck, a liturgist – send them here: https://www.linkedin.com/in/thomryng/.

When our Plague lockdown began last year, I wrote the date on a Post-It note. I’m not sure what possessed me to do that, but here it is.

So that’s a year.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day. May our future days be better than these.

When I am afraid,
I put my trust in thee.
In God, whose word I praise,
in God I trust without a fear.

Psalm 56:3-4a