A Penitent Blogger

Mindful of my imperfections, seeking to know Truth more deeply and to live Love more fully.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronum rogaturus? Cum vix iustus sit securus?
Recordare, Iesu pie, Quod sum causa tuae viae: Ne me perdas illa die...

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

A precious girl

When she was four years old, Elizabeth was essentially sold to a rich family. The family that would raise her was not very religious, yet Elizabeth somehow became a very pious and devout child.

When one of the family's sons reached manhood, Elizabeth was given to him for his wife, even though she was only 14. As it turned out, the young man truly loved Elizabeth and she loved him. They became partners in life, prayer, and even work. When business called her husband away, Elizabeth would run the family business - putting great power and riches in the hands of a still young girl.

Tragically, on one of those trips, Elizabeth’s husband would die, making her a widow at the young age of 20. Powerful people quickly plotted against her. Elizabeth fled and devoted herself to the care of the sick. In a few years, Elizabeth would herself be overcome by sickness and weariness in the service of the Lord, dying on this very day at the age of 24.

Elizabeth was buried on the hospital grounds. Very soon, sick people would visit her grave and be healed. News quickly spread throughout the Church. Within four years, in 1235, Elizabeth of Hungary – wife, mother, princess, and servant of the wretched – was declared a saint.