Lucia
Midweek Advent 2 Vespers
Propers: Sankta Lucia, A.D.
2017 B
Homily:
Grace, mercy and peace to you from God our Father and from
our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
It’s the ballad of light and dark, really.
Lucia means “light,” and all the legends of Sankta Lucia—St Lucy
of Syracuse—revolve around the theme of vision, of light, of a radiance that dispels
all darkness.
We don’t know much about her historically. She was a martyr
in the third century, the daughter of a pious Christian mother, who had visions
of the saints. She refused marriage, wishing to dedicate her life to the
service of the poor, and for this she was turned over to the local magistrate
for punishment.
It seems that she had been bringing food to the local
Christians who were hiding in the catacombs beneath the city. Faith in Christ
was a capital offense in her day, tantamount to treason; Caesar would brook no
rival gods. And here we have perhaps the most enduring image of Lucia’s legend,
for it is said that she would arrange candles or oil lamps upon her head so
that she could have both hands free, to carry bread for the hungry, as she
descended into the tombs.
They say that when she was sentenced to death, neither would
fire burn her nor could guards bring themselves to ravish her. In frustration, the
civil authority did away with her by the sword—an honorable end reserved for
Roman citizens. Later stories spoke of how her eyes had been plucked out, only
to be miraculously restored. Some old churches still have somewhat grotesque
silver platters upon which sit a pair of porcelain eyes staring up in memory of
Sankta Lucia.
But all this happened long ago in the Mediterranean. How
came she to be so beloved in the arctic north, amongst Lutheran Swedes and
Norsemen? Well, in Sweden they tell a medieval story of famine that struck in
the province of Varmland. On December 13, the Feast of St Lucy, a ship suddenly
appeared on the horizon, laden with foodstuffs, and with a dazzlingly bright
woman arrayed in white standing at the prow. She vanished as the ship came into
port and starvation was averted.
Maybe. But I think something deeper, something more visceral
and universal, is at work in the Nordic love of Sankta Lucia. Her name means “light.”
And her feast day, December 13, was once the longest and darkest night of the
year, before the Gregorian reform of the calendar. Here she comes, in song and
story, bearing the Light of Christ to the frozen North in the bleakest and
blackest of seasons. She heralds the coming of Christ—less than a fortnight to
Christmas—just when we need her the most.
After all, winter without Christmas is a time of terror and
despair. We need to see the Light amidst the darkness. We need Lucia to reveal
the Christ amidst the winter snows. “The people who dwelt in darkness have seen
a great light.” For indeed, no one appreciates the light so well as those who
dwell in the shadows.
This is what Lucia is for us, brothers and sisters. She
heralds the coming of Christ, shining not with a light of her own but with the
reflected brilliance of God’s own Son blazing out through her life of
selflessness and service. The eldest daughter in a Swedish household typically
rises early on Sankta Lucia Day, bedecking her head with lights and her body
with pure white linen. And she brings sweet rolls to those still abed, lighting
our darkness, feeding our hunger, dispelling all the doubts and fears that lurk
about before dawn.
This, too, is our calling: to shine with Christ’s own light
in our world; to dispel the darkness of lies and despair; to feed the hungry
and give sight to the blind and sing to comfort those who dwell in the shadow
of death. Lucia means “light”—Christ’s own Light, who dwells now within us in
the deathless flame of Jesus’ own Holy Spirit. Let us go and bear this Light to
all the world. Let us go and be Lucia for those who yet dwell in darkness, that
all may see and know God’s Christ.
In the Name of the Father and of the +Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
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