St. Alban was a soldier in the Roman army in Britain, perhaps when Diocletian was emperor, or perhaps when the emperor was Decius or Septimus Severus. Whenever it was – just after the year 200, or just after the year 300, or somewhere between – it wasn’t a good time to be a Christian.
And that was okay, because Alban wasn’t a Christian. He was a pagan. He had a reputation for being a virtuous man. And, for the pagans, one of the most important virtues was philoxenia: hospitality towards strangers.
He undoubtedly knew the story of Baucis and Philemon. According to the story, Baucis and Philemon were an old married couple. They owned little, but when a couple of strangers presented themselves at their door, Baucis and Philemon offered them food and shelter, the best they could give. And it wasn’t long before Baucis realized that their guests were not ordinary travelers. They were Hermes and Zeus, And these gods destroyed the town around them, because everyone else had turned them away. They made the hovel Baucis and Philemon lived in a temple, and granted them their wish that, when the end of their life came, they would die together.
That sort of story was common in years past, before greed was good. Lot and his wife entertained two strangers, who were revealed to be angels and who destroyed the surrounding town for inhospitality. And Paul spoke of the need to entertain strangers, for by doing so, he said, some had entertained angels without knowing it.
And it wasn’t just Mediterranean cultures. In the Russian fairy tale of Marco the Rich and Vasily the Unlucky, St. Nicholas and the Lord God disguise themselves as beggars to seek hospitality from Marco, who refuses them. As a result, Vasily ends up receiving everything that had been Marco’s, and Marco is utterly destroyed.
St. Alban the Hospitable
Back to St. Alban. He was a virtuous pagan, rich in philoxenia. And a poor man sought shelter with him. Alban knew he was a Christian priest. But who he was didn’t matter. He was a man needing shelter. And Alban sheltered him. It’s not clear how long – but long enough that, over many meals and many conversations, Alban came to admire him and his blameless life and his devotion to the God he served. Alban made himself a disciple, and the priest made him a Christian.
But people talk, and soon word of Alban’s unusual house guest reached the ears of the governor of Verulamium. The governor sent soldiers to arrest the priest. Alban learned what was about to happen, and he insisted that his guest exchange clothes with him and depart. When the soldiers arrived, they arrested their supposed priest and took him to the governor.
The governor wasn’t pleased. He ordered Alban to sacrifice to the gods or die.
St. Alban refused.
A judge interrogated him. Alban wouldn’t tell him much. He acknowledged being a Christian. He gave his name. And he finally said that he wouldn’t worship the gods (whom he called devils). Instead, he said, “I worship and adore the true and living God who created all things.”
These words, I have read, are used to this day in prayer at St Alban’s Abbey.
The judge, not knowing the future, urged Alban at length to change his mind. When entreaties were useless, he had Alban scourged, thinking the pain would diminish his commitment. It didn’t. Alban was steadfast in his faith.
So the judge ordered him to be beheaded.
The Death of St. Alban
The execution grounds, as it happened, was on the other side of a river. But there was such a crowd gathered to see the execution that Alban and the guards and the executioner couldn’t get to the bridge, much less cross it. They camped on the near side of the bridge for the night. The next morning, St. Alban walked to the water, and the river dried up so they could cross on dry land.
This terrified one of the executioners. He threw down his sword and refused to have anything to do with the death of Alban. Another man was drafted for the duty. When that man killed both St. Alban and the executioner, the stories say, his eyes refused to look on what he’d done, and came out of his head.
And from that day to this, St. Alban, the protomartyr of Britain, has been considered the patron of refugees and victims of torture. And, as it happens, while St. Alban’s Day is kept on June 22, it has been in some places kept on June 20 (a result of a scribe’s error). And June 20 every year is World Refugee Day.
If you’re looking for picture books that explore the refugee experience, I’ve got a couple of book lists that might interest you. This list from Patricia Nozell provides synopses of the stories with links to full reviews. Mia Wenjen offers a list of books with synopses. Her list includes not only picture books but books for older kids as well.
I couldn’t find any specifically Orthodox prayers to St. Alban, but this prayer to St. Alban for refugees may fill that need.
St. Stylianos, Guardian of Children: Mothers left their children with St. Stylianos. He cared for them as if they were his own.
Silent as a Stone: A Review: This picture book by Jim Forest tells the story of one incident from the life of St. Maria of Paris. When the Nazis were holding Jews in the Velodrome in Paris, she smuggled the children away.
Irena Sendler and the Children of the Warsaw Ghetto: A Review: Irena Sendler rescued Jewish children from the Warsaw ghetto. And she made sure she would be able to reunite the children with their parents, should any of them survive.