From our resident Comediene-at-Large


Maribeth Benson
Maribeth Benson

Tis the month o’ March! I admit it, I am one of those obnoxious Irishmen that considers St. Patrick’s Day a Holy Day of observance and insist everyone else on the planet celebrate it in thus manner, as well. Since it is considered a Holy Day in my family, I am always a bit shocked when people actually ask me what day St. Patrick’s Day falls on! It is March 17th if any of you out there reading this are ‘heathens.’

Our family is 100% Irish. Yes, without much snobbery intended, we are pure bred; I even have papers to attest to that fact! Our family always celebrates St. Patrick’s Day in true fashion, starting with the corn-beef (boiled, not baked), cabbage, green salad, green potatoes, green Irish soda bread (with a little help from food coloring) finished off with some green Häagen-Dazs mint ice-cream. It’s a little known fact that St. Paddy himself kissed not only the Blarney Stone but Mr. and Mrs. Häagen-Dazs.

A little running joke I have with my husband is that I would love him a wee bit more if he were an O’Benson rather than just a ‘Benson’. Yes, as you can tell I am a wee bit over the top with pride in my Irish roots. And let me clarify, this has nothing to do with my hair dye!

But I do have a contention with a saying that is widely used on my ‘Holy Day’ - May you have the luck of the Irish. I know you are all aware that there is no such thing as ‘luck’. God doesn't believe in luck either, everything that happens to us is preordained by Him not by ‘luck’. Yes, it is true we have free will for the choices that we make but He, of course, knew what choices we were going to make in the first place. So, in reality, the dice were loaded to begin with. He always knew! Everything that we experience or walk through is a part of the greater picture He has painted for our destiny. If you find yourself ‘down on your luck’, laugh at her! Then lady luck will exit and Papa God will enter. He is and always will be our true and only provider.

Look at the birds of the air, they neither reap nor sow nor gather into
barns yet our heavenly Father feeds them                           Matthew 6:26

The birds don’t count on luck so neither should we. Even the Irish birds know that luck has nothing to do with their existence!
So instead of wishing all of you the 'Luck o’ the Irish', I would like to extend to all of you this Irish blessing -

May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow
May the soft winds freshen your spirit
May the sunshine brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you
And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.

With love,
Maribeth O’Benson
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