By Duke Anderson
I am under duress, stressed, trapped by the raiders of this heathen land. I am a Roman from lower Brittania. I don’t belong here. I long to return home, to Britain, back to my church, to shepherd my flock. Years in slavery to heathens, I long to be free. Is not freedom a gift of Christ? Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, take me home!
At last, I am free, home, in Brittania, shepherding my flock, far away from that heathen land to the west. Yet in the midst, I feel the Lord calling me back to the land of my enslavers. He says, “Return to the land of the heathens my son, back to the west, destroy the grip of the Evil One.”
Back to the west, and the first thing that I see, is a commoner, not those that enslaved me. Standing before me, he boldly proclaims, “The High Druid will make you bow to your knees.”
I stand firm and proclaim, “I only kneel before the true God not a wizard.” I kneel to God and I pray, “With your strength, the wizard falls today.” I stand up, and I only see a crowd of people and the wizard flying over me. I lift my hand and cry out, “Lord Jesus Christ, cast out his demons and bring this man down!”
The wizard falls, crashes to his death, and the villagers ask, “Who is this God that killed our tyrant and made us free?”
I say, “His name is Yahweh, and He’s both one and three. It’s much like this shamrock you see before me. Father, Son, Spirit, a true three in one. The Father is sovereign, the Son sets us free, and the Spirit empowers us on the path of the Son.”
The villagers proclaim, “All hail Yahweh, His son Jesus Christ, and the Spirit connecting us to both! As for you, what about you? What name should the vessel that brought us this God be called?”
I answer, “Just call me Patrick, and let me guide you.”
The Judson Mosaic 