It's one of those amusing quirks of history that we have a national patron saint who never visited England, would not have spoken the language of these isles at that time and probably could not even name this little island - which was not to be known as England until another 500 years after his death.
My Granddad's final words to me came after I had prayed with him, - I thought he wasn't really conscious but then my mum and I heard him say 'Thank you' - it was the same gruff thanks I remember whenever I gave him presents at Christmas time as a child. I have to confess it was a moment to shed and happy sad tear. He had been aware, had appreciated my small action, and was resting again.
"Faith reaches people when nothing else can," he said. I agree. As he developed his theme of faith's reach and endurance he focused not only on those suffering with ill-health but also on their carers - so often drawn from and supported by faith communities, even if the support is simply listening over a cup of tea.
In the end we all know that if we are truly generous, we will be taken advantage of. Our fingers will be burnt. But some of the people I have been most impressed with are those who have given and done what they think to be right, even when their generous posture has been abused. Their position is not based on passing emotion, but on conviction.
You see, homelessness isn't just for Christmas. That man outside your railway station with a cardboard sign, that you are suspicious about, will still be there in the New Year. But then so will the faith groups, silently, below the surface. Homelessness isn't just for Christmas, neither is caring about it.
In the light of the recent terror attacks in Paris, it might not seem the best time for this blog about the positive nature of faith; I did pen in before the most recent incidents. However, on the other hand maybe this is just the right time to put out this opinion, to exercise freedom of expression, in favour of faith. No one should be cowed into a corner at a time like this unable to express thought and opinion.
This is a time of year when my faith is not just tolerated, but happily shared by people of other faiths or none. The entitlement of somebody standing up and complaining about a cup - a cup! - when their faith is so openly embraced is staggering, and shows a complete disconnect with some of the harsher aspects of life. Please, let us enjoy Christmas in peace and goodwill, without these petty complaints - it is the season for it, after all.
The musical highlight this year was Grace Petrie and the Benefits Culture who roused a damp Monday night crowd with their politically charged folk songs. Grace Petrie is the musical soul of Corbynmania. Heartfelt catchy tunes delivering lyrics of love and protest which sum up her generation of politically engaged youth who despise the political establishment.
Among the more recognised names that will be occupying the stages at this year's Greenbelt festival over the August Bank Holiday, will be a little known Filipino priest called Father Herbert Fadriguella.
Kamal Aftab, who has died aged 33, was a youth mentor, fundraising champion and optometrist. He was also my younger brother. Originally from Huddersfield in West Yorkshire, Kamal died at Leeds' Saint James's University Hospital on the 7 August 2015 after a six-week battle against Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. My brother's passion was simple, but vast: it was the service of humanity.