Who were the Holy Innocents?
This passage is the basis for the feast of the Holy Innocents. In allowing this massacre, God allowed Jeremiah’s prophecy of the Old Testament to be fulfilled in the New Testament: “A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be consoled, because they were no more” (Jeremiah 31:15).
The Catholic Church honors those infant boys as the first martyrs of the Church on December 28th, the Feast of the Holy Innocents. Martyrs die in witness to their belief in God. What is unique about this martyrdom is that they died to save God – God as the infant Jesus. They did not know Him, so their witness was not the same as subsequent martyrs, and they died in total innocence. The pain must have been excruciating for the parents as well as for the people of the entire area. They could not have understood the senselessness of the slaughter. Children were their hope for the future, and now their boys were dead.
In her wonderful book, A Continual Feast, Evelyn Vitz discusses some traditions for celebrating the day including the blessing of children in the home, drinking milk with the main meal and eating soft food such as pudding or hot cereal which is reminiscent of the soft food eaten by infants. Also, food which is red in color, such as red Jell-O or a pudding with a red sauce, is a symbol of the blood of the innocents. Other symbols for the feast are lily buds, a sword, palms, hoops and halos (The Catholic Source Book).
As we celebrate this feast, we should recall that the slaughter of innocents goes on today. It is a good time to re-double our efforts to pray for an end to abortion. On the Feast of the Holy Innocents, Aquinas and More lifts up these babies in prayer and prays for all expectant parents and their unborn children.
The 15th Century English Carol commemorates the slaughter of the Holy Innocents.
Lully, Lullay, thou little tiny child.
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Lullay thou little tiny child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
O sisters, too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day;
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
Bye, bye lully, lullay
Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All young children to slay.
Then woe is me, poor child, for thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For thy parting neither say nor sing,
Bye, bye lully, lullay.
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