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St Alban the Protomartyr of Britain’s Life and Miracles

Cloak of Courage: the Sacrifice of Saint Alban of Britain

Saint Alban of Britain

In Britain, under Rome's iron grip, a tempest of persecution raged as Christianity spread like wildfire. Three Roman emperors, each more ruthless than the last, saw the Christian faith as a dire threat to their social order. Emperor Decius demanded public sacrifices to Roman gods. Emperor Valerian targeted clergy, enforcing sacrifices or death. Emperor Diocletian went further, destroying scriptures and places of worship.

This Great Persecution drove Christians into the shadows, practising their faith in secret, often in private homes or hidden spots. Yet, the flame of belief burned on, fueled by the unwavering resolve and martyrdom of believers. Among these courageous souls was Saint Alban, the first martyr of Britain, who embraced death for his faith in the 3rd or 4th century.

A priest, a citizen, and a perilous choice

Alban the Protomartyr of Britain lived in ancient Verulamium, now Saint Albans, in the northwest of London. Though his origins and occupation remain a mystery, ancient frescoes and seals offer glimpses of the man. Some depict him in military attire, while others show a thick-bearded figure with a cloak, hinting at wisdom and strength.

As darkness fell over Verulamium, persecution gripped the streets. The chief magistrate had orders to arrest every Christian clergy. A priest named Amphibalus, fleeing the soldiers, sought refuge at Alban's home. Alban, transfixed by the priest's unwavering devotion, was moved to question Amphibalus about his beliefs. A spark ignited within Alban's soul, leading to a profound transformation. Embracing the teachings of Christ, he asked to be baptized, setting in motion events that would enshrine his name in the annals of martyrdom.

The sanctuary could not last forever. Inevitably, Amphibalus had to resume his flight, his footsteps dogged by the spectre of pursuit. In a daring act of selfless courage, Alban shed his raiment, cloaking the priest in a bid to aid his escape. But the soldiers' ears were attuned to even the faintest whispers of dissent, and whispers there were - of a holy man harboured in Alban's humble abode.

The torture and triumph of Saint Alban

Like a crashing wave, the soldiers descended upon the dwelling, their eyes alight with zeal. And there stood Alban, garbed in the priest's vestments, a silent challenge to their unholy mission. Seized and dragged before the magistrate, he cut an unlikely figure - a mere citizen facing the might of Rome.

The magistrate was sacrificing to the false idols when Alban was thrust before him. Questioning followed, and the truth unravelled - the daring switch, the aiding of a fugitive. Fury blazed in the magistrate's eyes as he issued his ultimatum with a roar: renounce the Christian faith and reveal the priest's whereabouts, or face the ultimate punishment.

But Alban's resolve was unshakable, his voice ringing out with the clarity of a bell: "I am also a Christian, and I worship the true God." Enraged by this defiance, the magistrate ordered the instruments of torture to be brought forth. Alban's flesh was rent and torn. Still, he would not yield, his spirit soaring ever higher with each lash, each branding iron. Finally, the magistrate decreed that this Christian be put to death.

And so, the soldiers led Alban away to his execution at Holmhurst Hill. With each step, he rejoiced and glorified the God for whom he would soon surrender his earthly form, his soul ascending to realms beyond the comprehension of his tormentors.

Miracles on the Ver

Miracles accompanied the last journey of Alban, Britain’s first saint. As he approached the river Ver, a sea of witnesses lined the banks, their eyes hungry to witness his martyrdom. The crowd formed a living barricade. With a sweep of his hand, Alban traced the Cross over the waters, parting the river to reveal a dry path.

The executioner, blade poised, gaped in awe as the miracle unfolded. His convictions shattered, he dropped his sword, defying the magistrate. Seized for his insolence, he too was condemned to join Alban in martyrdom. Another executioner, untouched by the divine spark, was found.

As Alban climbed the fateful hill, thirst gripped him. Even then, God's hand intervened. From barren earth, a spring bubbled forth, offering sweet respite. For centuries, pilgrims would flock to this hallowed ground, drinking deeply from Alban's well.

Saint Alban's enduring presence through the ages

The exact date of Saint Alban's sacrifice is lost to history, though some suggest it was as early as 209, during the reign of Emperor Septimus Severus. The name of his moved executioner is forgotten, and the priest Amphibalus met his end at Redbourn, near the site of Alban's martyrdom.

A cathedral later rose over this sacred ground, embracing the relics of Alban, Amphibalus, and possibly the executioner. Saint Bede chronicled miracles emerging from Alban's tomb, testifying to his enduring power. When Danish invaders ravaged England in 860, the relics were hidden but eventually returned.

In the 14th century, a new chapel and shrine were built for these sacred remains. However, during Henry VIII's dissolution of the monasteries, the shrine was destroyed. Later, its fragments were reassembled, but the relics' fate remains a mystery. Perhaps they were lost forever, or perhaps they still rest in a hidden place known only to God.


The name of Saint Alban, the martyr of Britain, reverberates through the ages. His march towards death stoked the embers of belief in the faithful, becoming a blazing beacon for converts. Today, Saint Alban's name is invoked by Christians in times of trials. Believers seek his intercession for mercy and absolution. His story is woven into Christian lore, from medieval masterworks to contemporary novels. Each retelling adds depth to the portrait of a man whose faith transcended mortal boundaries, enshrining him as an example of spiritual fortitude.

June 21, 2024
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1 month ago
There is a relic of St Alban at St Alban's Cathedral, I venerated it yesterday at an Orthodox moleben there.