Happy Halloween!

By Nolan McBride

Wow! It’s been over a month since my last article here. Between papers and exams I haven’t had much time to myself. Sorry for taking so long. I have several more Dunker Punks I want to tell you about, but given next Saturday’s celebration, I decided I should talk a little about its origins.jesus jackolantern If you grew up in a hometown similar to mine, you probably had at least one or two friends growing up whose parents wouldn’t let them go trick-or-treating because Halloween is ”pagan,” or “demonic,” or whatever. Ironically, while the modern day Halloween is basically a purely secular holiday, it actually stems from a Christian celebration.

Halloween’s name is corrupted from All Hallows’ Eve, the night before All Hallows’ Day, or as it is more commonly known today, All Saints’ Day. In a similar fashion to Christmas Eve, All Hallows’ Eve developed a series of traditions associated with it in preparation for the holiday the day after. Vigil services were, and in many traditions still are held for All Saints’ Day. Trick-or-Treating derives from Souling, a practice where children dressed in black poor would go door to door asking for Soul Cakes, a round sweet cake in exchange for prayers for the givers and their families.

All Saints’ Day itself is meant to be a celebration of all the Saints in heaven. While there are many officially canonized Saints, all those in Heaven are considered Saints, canonized or not. Official canonization typically only happens to those who lived their faith in a particularly renowned way: martyrs, missionaries, clergy, monastics, exc.; however, Heaven is not limited to those people. A life of simple and quite witness is no less holy and no less a path to heaven than martyr’s death. As such, there are many Saints whose lives and deeds are known only to God. All Saints’ Day was started as a way to celebrate the lives and examples of all the Saints, known and unknown.

In my home congregation we developed our own way of celebrating All Saints’ Day on the first Sunday of November. Every year, during that day’s service we name and remember all those saints in our own congregation who have died over the past year, as well as remembering those who helped us along in our Christian journey who have now passed on to their final reward. At the same time, we recognize and celebrate new members of our congregation in the past year, both those who have been baptized and those who have transferred their membership. So, this weekend in-between dressing up in crazy costumes and having a good scare, take a moment to remember the saints in your life who helped you to get where you are now, and perhaps say a short prayer or two thanking God for them.

Anglican Collect for All Saints

Almighty God,
who hast knit together thine elect
in one communion and fellowship
in the mystical body of Your Son, Christ our Lord:
Give us grace so to follow Your blessed saints
in all virtuous and godly living,
that we may come
to those ineffable joys
that thou hast prepared for those
who unfeignedly love thee;
through the same Jesus Christ our Lord,
who with thee and the Holy Spirit liveth and reigneth,
one God, in glory everlasting. Amen

Book of Common Prayer, 1979

Nolan_McBrideNolan McBride is a History and Religion major at Manchester University. He loves music, theater, and learning about Christian traditions around the world. He enjoys swimming and singing and is still sore about his family’s namesake, St. Brigid of Kildare, losing to St. Francis of Assisi in the last Lent Madness competition. You can follow him on twitter at @nmcbride35, and find him on Facebook.

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A Namesake to be Proud Of

By Nolan McBride

I was asked to shed a little more light on my comment about still being sore about the last Lent Madness competition, and so decided to make this article in Dunker Punks in History about my family’s namesake, St. Brigid of Kildare. (Also known as St. Brigit or St. Bride. Got to lst. brgidove alternate spellings.) I first discovered her in middle school while trying to research what my last name meant. I had read that in Irish names Mc means son of, but I was confused as to why I would have an ancestor named Bride. In actuality, the name is a shortened form of the Irish Mac Giolla Brídhe, which means “Son of a servant of St. Brigid.” In short, one of my ancestors must have had a particularly strong devotion to St. Brigid, so that his family came to be known for it. After having learned about her life, I can see why.

Some people believe that St. Brigid never actually existed. She shares a name with a particularly popular Irish goddess who shared a couple of similar patronages and customs associated with the saint. Because of this some scholars have suggested that she is actually a Christianization of said goddess. While I’m not going to pretend that I am not biased, I disagree. While I would not be surprised to find that some of the legends and traditions associated with St. Brigid were original about the goddess, as a matter of fact I find that quite likely, I find it hard to believe that Irish Christians would have just taken a pagan goddesses and made her a saint. I believe that at least the core of the legends of St. Brigid are true.

While St. Brigid has many patronages, including everything from infants to scholars to breweries, she is probably best known as one of the three patron saints of Ireland, together with St. Columba and most famously, St. Patrick. Her feast day is February First.

I’m going to go on a tangent here as I believe I am writing for a mostly Brethren audience, and I’m not sure how much everybody knows about concepts of fest days and patron saints. I know that I didn’t know anything about them until I started studying other branches of Christianity a couple of years ago. A Saint’s feast day is a special day set aside by the church to remember that person’s witness and legacy in the church, similar to how in the secular world we have national holidays to celebrate national heroes. A few of these days have become secular holidays themselves, such as St. Patrick’s Day and St. Valentine’s Day. (Yes, Valentine’s Day was originally a religious holiday. And you though the commercialization of Christmas was bad.)

A patron saint is a saint who is believed to have a special affinity for a particular job, location, or type of people. People ask them to pray to God on their behalf, similar to you might ask a close friend or relative to pray for you. After all “the prayer of a righteous man [or woman] availeth much” (James 5:16), and how much more righteous can you get than someone who is already in heaven?

During the first couple rounds of Lent Madness (a spiritual version of March Madness run by a couple of Episcopal priests, but open to and featuring contestants from all branches of the Christian faith) The Rev. Megan Castellan posted these articles on the life of St. Brigid, which tell her story much better than I would be able to. I’ll include links to these and other posts about St. Brigid from the competition at the end of the article.

“Brigid was born into slavery in 453 CE in what is now known as Ireland. She was born out of wedlock to a Druid high priest named Dubhtacht and an enslaved woman named Brocca. Dubhtacht promptly sold Brigid off, since he was hoping for a boy.

This plan didn’t work; Brigid arrived back at her father’s house when she came of age — and had freshly converted to Christianity as well. (Saint Patrick was already active in Ireland by this point, so her conversion was not surprising, but it really annoyed her father).

What further irked her father was Brigid’s practice of giving away every single thing in his house to any impoverished person who asked. Food, clothing, silver — Brigid gave it away without a second thought in order to aid the poor who flocked to her generous spirit. When Brigid gave away his jewel-encrusted sword, her father reached the end of his rope and was determined to sell her to the king.

The king didn’t share Dubhtacht’s frustration — and as he was convinced that she was a holy person, the king promptly gave Brigid her freedom.

Brigid had one goal in mind. She marched across Ireland, from Leinster to Connaught, to find and buy her mother’s freedom. After this, Brigid became a nun, and established a monastery at Kildare, where she lived for the rest of her life.

The Kildare monastery was a double monastery —meaning men and women monastics lived together — and Brigid was the abbess over both houses. It was the first such establishment, but others soon followed throughout the Celtic countryside. As abbess, Brigid was sought out for her advice and counsel, and Kildare became a great cathedral city in Ireland and a center for the arts, learning, and spirituality.

Ever the consummate hostess, many of the miracles associated with Brigid had to do with food — especially dairy foods. Her cows were rumored to give milk three times a day. In one of the most mystical stories of Brigid’s life, we find her miraculously whisked through time and space to be the midwife to Mary and wet nurse to baby Jesus. It’s easy to see why Brigid is celebrated as the patron to both dairy farmers and lactating women.

Brigid was known for being wise and generous and good at explaining the gospel in the people’s language and culture. Legend has it that she went to visit a dying man who was out of his mind with fever. She sat beside him to console him, and as she sat, she started weaving together rushes from the floor into a cross shape. The man saw what she was doing and asked what the cross meant. She explained it, and the man was moved to ask for baptism. To this day, Saint Brigid’s cross is omnipresent in Ireland.

Brigid died at Kildare in 525 CE, but her life and her presence echo still across Ireland and throughout the world today.

Collect for Brigid of Kildare:

Everliving God, we rejoice today in the fellowship of your blessed servant Brigid, and we give you thanks for her life of devoted service. Inspire us with life and light, and give us perseverance to serve you all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Brigid is the most beloved Irish saint, alongside Patrick, in the hearts of the Irish people.

Known as Mary of the Gael, she is said to have miraculous powers over beer: both changing a bathtub full of water to beer to feed a starving family, and causing a single barrel of her monastery’s brew to last from Christmas straight through to Pentecost.

However, she didn’t limit her exploits to mass beer production — Brigid was a shrewd leader as well. Her double monastery was the first of its kind. When she went to the king, to request land to build her abbey, she explained that she had just the right spot picked out: it had trees, access to water, good for building, a lovely view, etc. The king flatly refused. Undeterred, Brigid suggested the king give to her just enough land as her cloak covered. The king, eyeing the small garment wrapped around her shoulders, shrugged and agreed. Brigid spread out her cloak, handing each corner to a different nun, and they started walked in opposite directions. Suddenly, the cloak grew larger and larger, until the king, annoyed, threw up his hands, and gave her the original parcel she had wanted. The idea of Brigid’s cloak became very important, and to this day, a popular Irish blessing asks for St. Brigid to shelter you under her cloak.

On a slightly more practical note, when St. Mel of Armaugh performed her installation as abbess of Kildare, he reported seeing a column of fire descend from the heavens and alight upon Brigid’s head. This vision convinced him, on the spur of the moment to just go ahead and ordain her a bishop. (Columns of fire from heaven are not to be trifled with). Vision or no, Brigid is considered by many to be the first functioning female bishop and is depicted holding a bishop’s crozier in many icons.

Her ministry, in Kildare and beyond, was based on translating the incoming Christian faith into the language of the people’s traditional customs and practices, until it became something they could relate to.

The monastery at Kildare was founded on a site that had been traditionally used for Druid worship of a pagan goddess. Worship of this goddess involved the kindling and tending of an eternal flame. Once Brigid decided to set up her monastery there, she elected to continue to let the flame burn — only she explained it as the light of Christ, shining in the world and coming to Ireland to bring wisdom, peace, and justice. Each day, a different nun would tend the light, and on the 20th day, Brigid herself took a turn. So the flame burned continuously, as it had in pre-Christian days until Henry VIII destroyed the monasteries.

However, in 1993, the order Brigid founded relit the flame in Kildare, and it is again shining continuously as a beacon of Christ’s love in Ireland.”

St. Brigid reminds us of God’s love for all people, especially the poor, and witnesses to the important roles women have played in the church, even from its earliest beginnings. May her example lead us as we live out the calling of a Dunker Punk.


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Nolan_McBrideNolan McBride is a History and Religion major at Manchester University. He loves music, theater, and learning about Christian traditions around the world. He enjoys swimming and singing and is still sore about his family’s namesake, St. Brigid of Kildare, losing to St. Francis of Assisi in the last Lent Madness competition. You can follow him on twitter at @nmcbride35, and find him on Facebook.

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From Murderer to Patron Saint of Nonviolence

By Nolan McBride

Hello, and welcome to the first post in what I am currently calling Dunker Punks in History. If you have any better ideas for what to call this, please comment below. In my personal walk with Christ, I have found that reading about and studying the lives of those who have gone before us and learning from their example has strengthened my own faith. In this column, I hope to share the stories of Dunker Punks, whether members of the Church of the Brethren or the larger Church, with all of you. Some of these figures will be well known while others you may have never heard of before. All are known for their love for God and their desire to live as he would have them live.

st moses the ethiopianAs I write this article on August 28, our Orthodox brothers and sisters around the world are celebrating the feast day of the fourth century monk St. Moses the Black, also known as St. Moses the Ethiopian. Originally the slave of an Egyptian master, as a young man St. Moses was the last person you would expect to become a saint. His master dismissed him for theft and suspected murder. He eventually came to lead a band of seventy thieves who roamed the Nile river valley spreading fear and violence in their wake.

On one occasion, a barking dog kept him from completing a robbery. Seeking revenge on the dog’s owner, he swam across the Nile to attack the man, a shepherd. He was seen crossing the river with a sword in his teeth, and the shepherd hid himself in the sand. Angry about being unable to find his intended target, Moses killed some of the best animals, swam with them back across the Nile, butchered his stolen livestock, and feasted. After selling the extra meat and skins to buy wine, he walked fifty miles to rejoin his band.

Accounts differ as to what caused Moses to repent and become a monk. My personal favorite version says that while of the run from local authorities, Moses sought refuge among a community of monks in the desert of Scete, nearby Alexandria. Deeply moved after witnessing their dedication, peace, and contentment, Moses gave up his old ways and joined the community.

It is said that group of thieves attacked Moses’s monastic cell, not knowing who he was and intending to rob him. The former robber overpowered his attackers and slung them across his back. Taking them to the church and dumping them on the sanctuary floor, he told his fellow monks he did not think it would be Christian to harm them and asked their advice for what to do. Discovering just who it was they had tried to rob, the thieves repented and became monks themselves.

Moses’s transition into a Christian life did not happen overnight. He struggled with the demands of monastic life, and he became discouraged by the fact that he could not live up to his ideal of the perfect monk. He met with the abbot of his monastery, St. Isidore, who took him to the roof to watch the sunrise together. As the watched, Isidore told Moses “Only slowly do the rays of the sun drive away the night and usher in a new day, and thus, only slowly does one become a perfect contemplative.”

Later on, Abba Moses (as he was then known, Abba being an intimate term meaning father or daddy) was called upon to settle a dispute about an offense committed by one of the monks. He refused but was prodded into coming. So he tied, depending on the version of the story, either a basket of sand or a jug of water with a hole in it, letting its contents trail out behind him. When asked why he did this he replied “My sins run out behind me and I do not see them, and today I am coming to judge the errors of another.” At his words, the monk was forgiven and restored to the community.

At the end of his life, another group of bandits came to attack Moses’s community. He advised his brothers to flee, but refused to leave himself, saying, “I have been expecting this day to come for many years past, so that might be fulfilled the command of our Redeemer, who said, ‘Those who take up the sword shall perish by the sword.” He and the seven monks who stayed with him welcomed the bandits with open arms to their community and were murdered for it. Because of this, in the modern day he has come to be seen as the patron saint of nonviolence. Even today his witness lives on, both in his homeland and around the world.

Nolan_McBrideNolan McBride is a History and Religion major at Manchester University. He loves music, theater, and learning about Christian traditions around the world. He enjoys swimming and singing and is still sore about his family’s namesake, St. Brigid of Kildare, losing to St. Francis of Assisi in the last Lent Madness competition. You can follow him on twitter at @nmcbride35, and find him on Facebook.