Tuesday, November 17, 2009

St Elizabeth of Hungary

St Elizabeth of Hungary came from a royal family; she was the daughter of King Andrew II of Hungary. As was the custom, she was promised in marriage to the son of another noble family. Elizabeth was sent to Thuringia to be raised with her future husband. However, he died around the time of their betrothal and she married his brother, Ludwig. He was killed in a crusade several years later. The couple had three children.
Elizabeth, who even as a child strived to lead a pious and contemplative life, became a Third Order Franciscan and devoted her life to the care of the sick and the poor. She died at the very young age of 24.
Many miracles, especially of healing, were reported near her grave soon after her death. She was canonized on May 28, 1235.
St Elizabeth is usually depicted as a princess or with roses in her lap. In the case of the roses, there is a legend that as she was carrying bread to the poor on an errand of mercy, the bread she was hiding was turned into roses.
You can read a more detailed account of this saint's life here.

Happy Feast Day St Elizabeth!


Gabriella said...

She's one of those saints one hardly hears much about. Thank you for this reminder on her feast day.

Anne said...

Wouldn't you love to be pictured with roses in your lap when you die?

Karinann, my sympathies on the recent loss in your family. God bless you.

Karinann said...

Thanks for stopping by ladies.

Anne- yes, what a beautiful way to be pictured. Thanks you for you sympathies~Gramps will definitely be missed.

Closing Prayer

Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King

My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.