25
October, Third Century A.D. Chrysanthus
& Daria Stoned by Roman Pagans
Chrysanthus felt something new stirring in his
heart. A wealthy young man, educated in the arts and sciences of third century
Rome, he had stumbled across Christian writings and scriptures. These made more
sense to him than his previous studies. He converted to Christianity
and looked for someone to teach him more. A hermit named Carpophorus instructed
him more fully in the faith and baptized him in the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Spirit.
His commitment to Christianity
would be the death of Chrysanthus. So the legend says, and it is one of the
most beautiful to come down to us.
Chrysanthus' father, Polemius,
was a high-ranking soldier. He despised cowardice and Christianity. How could a
crucified man be God? He demanded that Chrysanthus return to the old gods. When
his son respectfully refused, Polemius locked him into a cellar on short
rations for many days. Chrysanthus only grew stronger in his determination to
follow Christ.
Polemius did not know what to
do. A friend of the family counseled him to lure Chrysanthus back to idolatry
through pleasure. The suggestion made sense to Polemius. He fitted out a room
with luxurious drapes and decorations, prepared a feast and wine for his hungry
son and hired sexy girls to whisper sweet suggestions in his ears. Chrysanthus
was brought up from his dark hole.
At once he realized that this
was a trap set for his soul. Strengthening himself with prayer, he resisted the
lures spread before him. Once again Polemius realized he was defeated. He went
back to the drawing board to devise another plan.
An old man told Polemius about
Daria. This girl was a beautiful virgin, dedicated to the goddess Minerva. She
was known not only for her beauty but for her intelligence. Arrange a marriage
between Daria and Chrysanthus and this girl would reason him out of his folly,
suggested the old man.
Polemius hurried to the temple
and interviewed the girl. She was everything that he had been told. Polemius
pleaded with the girl to become engaged to his son and bring him back to his
senses. At first she could not believe the man was sincere, for she was of
humble birth, but the tears in his eyes finally convinced her this was no
trick.
Dressing herself for the
occasion, she accompanied her prospective father-in-law to his home.
Chrysanthus accepted her graciously, listened to her arguments and showed her
their weaknesses. How could she worship gods of stone and wood and gold? he
asked. The temples even had to have watch dogs to protect their treasures from
being stolen. Not only this, but the stories showed that every god and goddess
was guilty of deep sin.
Daria told him he was being
silly. All thinkers knew that the stories were just fables and the images were
just to help the ignorant masses focus their minds on the gods. The real gods
were wind and rain and fire and the like. Chrysanthus asked why the real gods
would let their glory go to images. The "gods" of wind, rain and fire
were all around us and could be worshipped directly. No, he said, there is one
true God who made all these things through Jesus Christ and who should be
worshipped.
In the end, it was Daria who was
convinced. The two entered a Christian marriage in which each dedicated
themselves to winning souls for Christ. Pagans stoned them in a sand pit near
the catacombs (and later martyred other Christians at the same spot).
There really were a Chrysanthus
and Daria and their martyrdom is celebrated on this day,
October 25, in the Roman calendar. Their bones and a silver chalice with
which Christians celebrated the Eucharist at their grave site was found buried
along the New Salarian Way outside Rome. But as to the rest of the story, it
cannot be confirmed.
Bibliography:
1. Since the fourth century, Chrysanthus and Daria have been included in
Roman martyr lists.
2. Kirsch, J. P. "Sts. Chrysanthus and Daria" in the Catholic
Encyclopedia.
3. Reilly, A. J. The Martyrs of the Catacombs Tan Book
Publishers, Inc. 1987.
Last updated June,
2007.
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