Monday, 2 September 2024

2 SEPTEMBER – SAINT STEPHEN OF HUNGARY (King and Confessor)


Stephen was born at Gran in Hungary in 975. Together with his father Géza he was baptised by Archbishop Saint Adalbert of Prague in 985 and changed his heathen name (Vaik) to Stephen. In 995 he married Gisela, a sister of the Duke of Bavaria who was to became the emperor Saint Henry II, and in 997 Stephen succeeded his father as Grand Prince of Hungary. In 1000-1001 Stephen became the first Christian King of Hungary.Stephen introduced into Hungary both the faith of Christ and the regal dignity. He obtained his royal crown from the Roman Pontiff, and having been, by his command, anointed king, offered his kingdom to the apostolic See. He built several houses of charity at Rome, Jerusalem and Constantinople, and with a wonderfully munificent spirit of religion, he founded the archiepiscopal See of Gran and ten other bishoprics. His love for the poor was equalled only by his generosity towards them. For, seeing in them Christ Himself, he never sent anyone away sad or empty handed. So great indeed was his charity that, to relieve their necessities, after expending large sums of money, he often bestowed upon them his household goods. It was his custom to wash the feet of the poor with his own hands, and to visit the hospitals at night, alone and unknown, serving the sick and showing them every charity.
 

As a reward for these good deeds his right hand remained incorrupt after death, when the rest of his body had returned to dust. He was much given to prayer and would spend al most entire nights without sleep, rapt in heavenly contemplation. At times he was seen ravished out of his senses and raised in the air. By the help of prayer he more than once escaped in a wonderful manner from treasonable conspiracies and from the attacks of powerful enemies. Having married Ghisella of Bavaria, sister of the emperor Saint Henry, he had by her a son Emeric, whom he brought up in such regularity and piety as to form him into a saint. He summoned wise and holy men from all parts to aid him in the government of his kingdom, and undertook nothing without their advice. In sack cloth and ashes, he besought God with most humble prayer, that he might not depart this life without seeing the whole kingdom of Hungary Catholic. So great indeed was his zeal for the propagation of the faith that he was called the apostle of his nation, and he received from the Roman Pontiff, both for himself and for his successors, the privilege of having the cross borne before them.

He had the most ardent devotion towards the Mother of God, in whose honour he built a magnificent church, solemnly declaring her patroness of Hungary. In return the blessed Virgin received him into Heaven on the very day of her Assumption, which the Hungarians, by the appointment of their holy king, call ‘the day of the great Lady.’ His sacred body, exhaling a most fragrant odour and distilling a heavenly liqueur, was, by order of the Roman Pontiff, translated, amidst many and divers miracles, to a more worthy resting-place, and buried with greater honour. Pope Innocent XI commanded his feast to be celebrated on the fourth of the Nones of September, on which day, Leopold I, emperor elect of the Romans and king of Hungary, had, by the divine assistance, gained a remarkable victory over the Turks at the siege of Buda.
 

Dom Prosper Gueranger:
“Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness” (Judges xiv. 14). The people with teeth of steel, grinding the nations, gives itself up as food to him, to whom was said: ‘Kill and eat’ (Saint Peter, in the vision at Joppe, which signified the assimilation of the Gentiles by the Church.) the mouth of the Huns, formerly vomiting foam and rage, now distils the honey of charity. Such, O Christ, are your miracles. Such are your works, O our God.” Thus does Baronius, on reaching in his history the year of Christ 1000, hail the arrival of the Hungarian deputies who came to offer to the Roman Church the suzerainty of their land, and beseech the Vicar of Christ to confer the title of king upon their duke Stephen. We are carried back in thought a century earlier when, led by Arpadus, the son of Almutz, under the banner of the hawk, the Magyars came down from the mountains of Transylvania into the plains watered by the Theiss and the Danube. Attila seemed to live again in those sons of his race, who poured like a torrent over Germany, Gaul and Italy.
But the empire of the Huns over reconquered Pannonia was to be lasting only on condition of its ceasing to be the scourge of God, and becoming the rampart of His Church. In this world, while it is not yet time for eternal justice, the instruments of God’s anger are soon broken unless they are amenable to love. Five centuries earlier, Attila in person was rushing like an overflowing river upon the capital of the world when he was met by the sovereign Pontiff. The Hungarian chronicles record the following message as having been then received from heaven by the universal devastator: ‘Hearken to the command of the Lord God Jesus Christ. Your pride will not be suffered to enter into the holy city where lie the bodies of My apostles. Return. Later on a descendant of yours will come to Rome with humility, and I will cause him there to receive a crown that will last forever.’ Attila thereupon recrossed the Alp and had only just time to reach the Danube before he died. In the days of Saint Stephen the heavenly promise was fulfilled.
Let the reader not be astonished that we do not discuss its authenticity. Legendary or not, as to the forms with which national traditions have clothed it, there is nothing in this divine engagement which the historian need reject. It is in accordance with the rules of God’s Providence which governs history. God never forgets a service, nor does apostolic gratefulness wear out with years: the debt of gratitude which Leo the Great contracted, Sylvester II paid at the appointed time. From that tomb respected by the plunderer, a virtue came forth, changing the avenger into an apostle. The crown, placed on the brow of Attila’s successor by Peter’s successor, was destined to be his as long as he should be preceded by the cross, that other mark of honour conferred upon him. Like the Holy Empire, to which Hungary was to be later on united without however being absorbed by it, the Hungarian monarchy was founded upon Peter. For his sake it subsisted, and he alone, under God, was the safeguard of its future.
Let not the sad forebodings of the present hour make us forget the marvellous power shown on this feast by the Lamb the Ruler of the Earth (Isaias xvi. 1). Scarcely had the blood shed by the sons of Arpadus disappeared from the streets of the cities, scarcely had the smoke of burning ruins and the dust of crumbling walls been scattered, when their fierce energy, tempered like a choice blade in the waters of the sacred font, became the defence of Christianity in the east. A new sort of invasion began. The holiness sprung from Stephen put forth numerous branches, which, shedding their beautiful blossoms over the whole Earth, filled all lands with perfumes of the Spouse.
Apostle and king, protect your people, assist the Church, succour us all. At the close of that tenth century when anarchy had penetrated even into the sanctuary, hope sprang up once more on the day on which the Holy Spirit, the Creator and Renovator, chose your race, in all its native vigour, to renew the youth of the world. Satan, who thought that the papacy was humiliated once for all, trembled with rage when he saw new labourers coming to Peter, as to the only foundation on which it is possible to build. The proudest family that had ever caused the empire of Romulus to shake, asked of Rome the right to be counted among the nations of the west. How true it is that the gates of Hell will never prevail against the Rock, against the Church founded on it, against the holy city prepared on the top of mountains to draw all nations to itself! In vain had the storm stirred up the very mire of the torrents of the abyss: it was the hour when God lifted up His hand, as the prophet says, towards the far-off lands, and kings came bringing to the ever holy bride those unknown sons whom they themselves had educated for her (Isaias xlix. 12‒23). No, the Lord confounds not them that wait for Him. And therefore we will hope, even against hope, in the future of the noble nation established by you upon the apostolic strength. A people justly proud of so many irreproachable heroes could not allow itself to be long led astray by a false liberty kept up by Jewish gold, and extolled by all the enemies of the country’s traditions. Martin watches together with you over the land of his birth, and the sovereign of Hungary, the august Queen of Heaven, will not suffer her loyal subjects to listen to the proposals of the infernal spirit.
Also on this day according to the ROMAN MARTYROLOGY:
 

At Rome, the holy martyr Maxima, who confessed Christ with St. Ansanus in the persecution of Diocletian and yielded up her soul while she was beaten with rods.
 

At Pamiers in France, St. Antoninus, martyr, whose relics are kept with great veneration in the church of Palencia.
 

Also the holy martyrs Diomedes, Julian, Philip, Euthychian, Hesychius, Leonides, Philadelphus, Menalippus and Pantagapas. They consummated their martyrdom, some by fire, some by water, others by the sword or by the cross.
 

At Nicomedia, the holy martyr Zeno, and his sons Concordius and Theodore.

The same day, the martyrdom of the Saints Evodius and Hermogenes, brothers, and Callista, their sister.
 

At Lyons in France, St. Justus, bishop and confessor, who was endowed with extraordinary sanctity and a prophetic spirit. He resigned his bishopric and retired into a desert of Egypt with his lector Viator. When he had for some years led an almost angelical life, and the end of his meritorious labours had come, he went to Our Lord to receive the crown of justice on the fourteenth day of October. His holy body, together with the relics of his blessed lector Viator, was afterwards taken to Lyons on this day.
 

In the same city, St. Elpidius, bishop and confessor.
 

In the Marches of Ancona, another St. Elpidius, an abbot. A town bearing his name glories in the possession of his sacred body.
 

On Mount Soractes, the abbot St. Nonnosus who by his prayers removed a rock of huge dimensions, and was renowned for other miracles.
 

And in other places, many other holy martyrs, confessors and virgins.
 

Thanks be to God.