According to the files at the Catholic Charitable Bureau in Boston, I was born on December 23, 1959, to Mary Anne Folan, who named me Christopher (Christlike). The story goes that she was an eighteen-year-old Irish immigrant just off the boat who worked as a domestic in Cambridge. She was supposedly intimate with a very handsome nineteen-year-old Irish immigrant, which made me a purebred Irishman.
At three months, I was brought to the adoption center, and I can still see her kissing me on the cheek crying as she turned and walked away. Thank you, my darling mother, for not having had an abortion. I love you! I figured all of that was just a fictitious story because the Irish kids were going like hotcakes back then. Two weeks went by, and I was starting to get nervous. George Albert and Mary Theresa suddenly scooped me up and named me Mark Christopher (strong and Christlike). God is good.
My dad loved his Irish ancestry; he and I sang “Danny Boy” together near the end of his life. When they were about to throw the dirt on his casket, all of us hugged my mom and each other; it was a big ball of people. You couldn’t tell where one person ended and the other began. The bagpipes began playing. We never cried so much thinking Mom was burying her best friend. We held on tight. It was brutal. As the bagpipes played, something called out to my spirit, and that’s the way it is with my country. I’m not an Irishman; I’m an American who happens to be Irish. Call it the luck of the Irish if you will.
Here are a few quotes from Mark Christopher’s alter-ego.
Steven, the “mad” Irishman, a member of the cast of Braveheart: “This land is mine.” What? America? Yeah, it’s mine! (Smiling) You’re mad! Ha ha ha—Yeah, looks like I’ve come to the right place.
“If I serve God, do I get to eliminate spirits of hate and division?”
“Yes, America, you get to eliminate spirits of hate and division.”
“Yes, Father, I’ll ask them,” Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the Almighty? To find and know the truth, Christians are forced to talk to God. Surely has the Lord brought me to watch your back, America. I never liked division and hate anyway; they’re not right in the head.
If any of what I wrote rings true in your heart, it more than likely was inspired by God. I’m no theologian, and I’m no saint though I’m trying very hard to be one. Many are going to be livid with animosity toward me for simply sharing God’s Word and declaring the truth our nation was founded on. They’ll say I’m some stupid nobody with idiotic and ridiculous views. My response to that would be the same as Shane Falco’s response to “You’ll never be more than a replacement player” from the movie The Replacements: “Yeah, I can live with that.” My sentiments exactly. I’m just another fool for Christ.
But God hath chosen, the foolish things of the world to confound the wise, and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; And the base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and the things which are not, to bring to naught things that are That “no flesh” should glory in “His Presence.” (1 Corinthians 1:27–29)
I’m one of those foolish, weak, base things, so in God’s eyes, I’m well qualified. (C’mon—that’s funny, right?) That’s all I have for now. God bless us everyone!
As a lay preacher and a student of the Bible, Mark Christopher has gained great insight into God’s desire and strategy to spiritually strengthen men and women in their faith. In his 33 years of service to the Lord, he has come to understand the many challenges associated with living for God, as a man, in our generation. Mark is apprehending and discerning his calling as a man of God and is becoming greatly encouraged and strengthened. His great hope is that as others press into these principles that he has come to understand, is that they too will become encouraged in their faith, and strengthened in their calling as a man of God. He resides in Southern California where his greatest joy is serving God and praying for his family and Nation.