St. Polycarp,
Martyr
From the letter on the martyrdom of Saint Polycarp by the Church of Smyrna
A rich and pleasing sacrifice
When the
pyre was ready, Polycarp took off all his clothes and loosened his
under-garment. He made an effort also to
remove his shoes, though he had been unaccustomed to this, for the faithful
always vied with each other in their hast to touch his body. Even before him martyrdom he had received
every mark of honor in tribute to his holiness of life. (Stigmata)
There and
then he was surrounded by the material for the pyre. When they tried to fasten him also with
nails, he said: “Leave me as I am. The one who gives me strength to endure the
fire will also give me strength to stay quite still on the pyre, even without
the precaution of your nails.” So
they did not fix him to the pyre with nails but only fastened him instead. Bound as he was, with hands behind his back,
he stood like a mighty ram, chosen out for sacrifice from a great flock, a worthy
victim made ready to be offered to God.
Looking up
to heaven, he said: “Lord, almighty God,
Father of your beloved and blessed Son Jesus Christ, through whom we have come
to the knowledge of yourself, God of angels, of powers, of all creation, of all
the race of saints, of powers, of all creation, of all the race of saints who
live in your sight, I bless you for judging me worthy of this day, this hour,
so that in the company of the martyrs I may share the cup of Christ, your anointed
one, and so rise again to eternal life in soul and body, immortal through the
power of the Holy Spirit. May I be
received among the martyrs in your presence today as a rich and pleasing
sacrifice. God of Truth, stranger to
falsehood, you have prepared this and revealed it to me and now you have
fulfilled your promise.
“I praise you for all things, I bless you, I
glorify you through the eternal priest of heaven, Jesus Christ, your beloved
Son. Through him be glory to you,
together with him and the Holy Spirit, now and forever. Amen.”
When he said “Amen”
and finished the prayer, the officials at the pyre lit it. But, when a great flame burst out, those of
us privileged to see it witnessed a strange and wonderful thing. Indeed, we have been spared in order to tell
the story to others. Like a ship’s sail
swelling in the wind, the flame became as it were a dome encircling the martyr’s
body. Surrounded by the fire, his body
was like bread that is baked, or gold and silver white-hot in a furnace, not
like flesh that has been burnt. So sweet
a fragrance came to us that it was like that of burning incense or some other
costly and sweet-smelling gum.
Taken from the
Liturgy of the Hours, Catholic Book Publishing, 1975
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