Life
Elizabeth was born on November 25, 1386 to Hans and Anna Achler in Waldsee in the region of Upper Swabia (an historic and linguistic region in Germany). She was raised in a pious home, hearing the Gospels explained to her by her mother in the form of stories, where she developed a strong devotion to the Passion of Christ. She became a member of the Third Order of St. Francis at the age of fourteen. Seeking to further her spiritual growth, she took as her confessor the provost of the local Canonry of St. Peter in Waldsee, Dom Konrad Kügelin (1366-1428). Under his guidance, she and several other girls who belonged to that Franciscan fraternity sought to follow a more intense experience of their Franciscan vocation. To this end, they acquired a house in Reute on the outskirts of Waldsee in 1403.
This community was a proto-monastery of the Order, as tertiaries of the mendicant orders had not yet been allowed to profess vows. Elizabeth threw herself into a life of prayer and service, working in the cloister kitchen and in the garden, where she would spend long hours in prayer.
She was known for her hospitality to visitors to the little monastery, especially for her concern for the poor who came to the gate to beg. Her love of the Blessed Sacrament was so great that she lived the last twelve years of her life subsisting solely on the consecrated hosts. She died on her birthday in 1420.
Her head is said to have showed the marks of the crown of thorns worn by Christ, and her body the marks of Christ's scourging. Although Stigmata only occasionally appeared on her hands, she always felt its pain. She is credited with the gift of prophecy: she foretold the election of Pope Martin V and the end of the Great Western Schism.
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