I am not a great fan of Saint Paul in general. On St. Patrick’s Day, though we had this from one of his letters:
“I have fought the good fight to the end; I have run the race to the finish; I have kept the faith..”
That really is beautiful. My mother is quite ill – though not getting any worse, or unfortunately, much better – and I suppose that because of this, I find that letter that he wrote towards the end of his life has a greater meaning for me now than it did when it was all more abstract for me.
Of course, St. Paul finishes it off with “all there is to come now is the crown of righteousness reserved for me, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will give me on that Day..” No false modesty there then.