homily preached
at St. Paul's Episcopal Church, Bellingham, WA
by the
Rev. Josh Hosler
The
Feast of Elizabeth, Princess of Hungary, November 19, 2014
Have you ever seen the film Schindler’s List?
One part of the film (among many) that will always stick with me is that at the
end, the people attempt to honor Oskar Schindler for saving so many Jews from
certain death in the Holocaust. But all Schindler can do is obsess over the
millions of people whose lives he did not manage to save. All he can do is wish
that he had done more.
I thought about Oskar Schindler when I read
about Princess Elizabeth of Hungary. Born in 1207 as the daughter of King
Andrew II of Hungary in what is now Slovakia, Elizabeth was married at the age
of 14 to King Louis IV of Thuringia in modern-day Germany. She became a mother
of three. Her lifelong concern for the poor and sick attracted her to the order
of Franciscans she met in 1223, from whom she received spiritual direction.
Elizabeth’s husband Ludwig allowed her to use
her dowry money for almsgiving. She even sold all her jewelry to establish a
hospital, and she fed the sick from the royal grain reserves. One story has it
that Elizabeth placed a leper in the bed she shared with her husband. Ludwig
was prepared to be furious about this, but when he pulled back the sheets, he
saw a vision of the crucified Christ lying there instead.
Only six years into their marriage, Ludwig died,
and the royal court, aggravated by Elizabeth’s record of extravagantly giving
away the royal treasure, sent her and her children away. Elizabeth became the
first of the third-order Franciscans and spent the rest of her short life
caring for the sick and needy. She died at the tender age of 24, having
exhausted herself to death.
So Elizabeth was a master at caring for others
while failing to care for herself. Is this the sort of behavior for which we
canonize people as saints? Well … yes, so it would seem.
Our readings today encourage us to give
generously to those who have less. You will hear our text from Matthew again in
church this coming Sunday. It is, for Matthew, the culmination of Jesus’
teaching: whatever kindness you do for another person is kindness you do to
Christ. In fact, those who are saved on the last day are precisely those who
have done the work of caring for others. Elizabeth took that teaching so
seriously that she died for it.
The Book of Tobit raises almsgiving to a status
higher than prayer and fasting, and it counsels that those who give alms will
live “a full life.” Well, Elizabeth of Hungary lived a full life and died at
24.
Meanwhile, today’s psalm credits God with
caring for widows and orphans. This is just what God does. So to what degree is
the work up to us? We may say, “If we don’t take care of the poor and sick,
nobody will.” This is true, for we are to be Christ’s hands and heart in the
world. But is it up to each one of us to care for all the poor and the
sick? Even Jesus didn’t cure everybody he encountered.
Did
Elizabeth need to work so hard to secure her salvation? No. But in a medieval
world that gave women so few options for personal fulfillment, Elizabeth’s
actions could only be seen as heroic. I wish I had a time machine so I could go
back and urge Elizabeth to take a vacation.
Oskar
Schindler wished he had worked harder; how many more might he have saved then?
Elizabeth worked too hard. How many more might she had saved if only she had
stepped away to take care of herself every now and then? We can see that
playing either game is fruitless. One of our post-Eucharistic prayers asks God
to “send us out to do the work you have given us to do, to love and serve you
with gladness and singleness of heart.”
The idea of
self-preservation as a condition for service to God might not have made any
sense to Elizabeth. It may well be that she worked herself to death simply
because she could do no other. So today we honor Elizabeth of Hungary for her
single-minded dedication to living the gospel: to feeding, clothing, and
welcoming all the people God placed under her care. Amen.
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