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When I was a kid growing up, lent was bleak. Deny, Deny, Deny…that is until the 17th of March. That day was a break.  It was a brief reprieve before heading back into the sack cloth and ashes...

I am Patrick, a sinner, most unlearned, the least of all the faithful, and utterly despised by many. My father was Calpornius, a deacon, son of Potitus, a priest, of the village Bannaven Taburniae; he...