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St. Wenceslas, Martyr

Today is the feast of St. Wenceslas (or Wenceslaus) whom we usually think about at Christmastime thanks to the much-loved carol “Good King Wenceslas.” Actually, St. Wenceslas, was not a king, but a duke — though one filled with the royal virtues of charity and humility and finally, crowned with martyrdom.

Born around 903, he was the product of what we call a “mixed marriage.” His father, Wratislaw, was a Christian and his mother Dragomir, a pagan. Wenceslas was brought up with a strong Christian faith by his grandmother, St. Ludmila, while his younger brother Boleslaw was schooled as a pagan by his mother.  The contrasting infuence of these two women could hardly have been more portentous.

When Wratislaw died, Dragomir became the regent, since her son, the heir-apparent, was only about 13 years old. The anti-Christian forces saw this as their opportunity to consolidate power. While Ludmilla tended to the spiritual formation of the boy, Dragomir plotted to get control of him and had Ludmilla strangled to death. Then Dragomir used her power to insist that young Wenceslas participate in pagan rituals. One can only imagine the risks he took at this time to assist at clandestine nighttime Masses.

As the goodness of the young duke came to light, so did the nefarious plotting of Dragomir. Finally the outraged populace deposed and banished her and urged Wenceslas to take the reins of power, even though he was barely out of his teens. Wenceslas was very pious; he took a vow of virginity and was known for his virtues. He strengthened the churches in his area, bringing in more priests, and concerned himself with the welfare of the poor. He prepared the elements for the Mass with his own hands, served the priests at the altar, and spent hours in daily prayer. In a couple of critical situations involving adversaries, angels were seen to accompany him.

With God’s command to honor his father and mother in mind, he called Dragomir back from exile. She, however, incited Boleslaw to murder him on September 28, 935. Wenceslas was hacked to pieces and his body buried at the murder site. Three years later Boleslaw repented and had the body transferred to the Church of St. Vitus in Prague.

The carol relates a story about the feast of St. Stephen, highlighting the generosity of St. Wenceslas. In the account, Wenceslas is walking through the snow with his page, a young male servant, when he observes a poor man in need. While going with his master to the poor man’s aid, the page finds the depth of the snow impeding his way and cries out to his master, “Fails my heart, I know not how/ I can go no longer.” At this “Good King Wenceslas” responds: “Mark my footsteps, my good page/ Tread thou in them boldly/ Thou shalt find the winter’s rage/ freeze thy blood less coldly.”

In the song, St. Wenceslas becomes a type of Christ, and the page represents all of us who struggle through obstacles to tread the path of charity. The song prompts us to overcome failure by following in the footsteps of our Lord. As 1 Peter 2: 21 reminds us, “Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps.”

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath’ring winter fuel

“Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know’st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?”
“Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”

“Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither.”
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind’s wild lament
And the bitter weather

“Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer.”
“Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.”

In his master’s steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing

 


The Saint of the Day courtesy of Butler's Lives of the Saints, 1894 Edition.