Feastday: October 4
Patron and Animals, Merchants & Ecology
b.1181 d.1226

St. Francis of
Assisi
Founder of the Franciscan Order, born at
Assisi
in Umbria, in 1181.
In 1182, Pietro
Bernardone returned from a trip to France
to find out his wife had given birth to a son. Far from being excited
or apologetic because he'd been gone, Pietro was furious because she'd
had his new son baptized Giovanni after John
the Baptist. The last thing Pietro wanted in his son was a man
of God
-- he wanted a man
of business, a cloth merchant like he was, and he especially wanted a
son who would reflect his infatuation with France. So he renamed his
son Francesco -- which is the equivalent of calling him Frenchman.
Francis enjoyed a very
rich easy life
growing up because of his father's wealth and the permissiveness of
the times. From the beginning everyone -- and I mean everyone -- loved
Francis. He was constantly happy, charming, and a born leader. If he
was picky, people excused him. If he was ill, people took care of him.
If he was so much of a dreamer he did poorly in school, no one minded.
In many ways he was too easy to like for his own good. No one tried to
control him or teach him.
As he grew up, Francis
became the leader of a crowd of young people who spent their nights in
wild parties. Thomas of Celano, his biographer who knew him well,
said, "In other respects an exquisite youth, he attracted to
himself a whole retinue of young people addicted to evil
and accustomed to vice." Francis himself said, "I lived in
sin" during that time.
Francis fulfilled every hope
of Pietro's -- even falling in love with France. He loved the songs of
France, the romance of France, and especially the free adventurous
troubadours of France
who wandered through Europe. And despite his dreaming, Francis was
also good
at business. But Francis wanted more..more than wealth. But not
holiness! Francis wanted to be a noble, a knight. Battle was the best
place to win the glory
and prestige he longed for. He got his first chance when Assisi
declared war
on their longtime enemy, the nearby town of Perugia.
Most of the troops from Assisi
were butchered in the fight. Only those wealthy enough to expect to be
ransomed were taken prisoner. At last Francis was among the nobility
like he always wanted to be...but chained in a harsh, dark dungeon.
All accounts say that he never lost his happy manner in that horrible
place. Finally, after a year in the dungeon, he was ransomed.
Strangely, the experience didn't seem to change him. He gave himself
to partying with as much joy and abandon as he had before the battle.
The experience didn't
change what he wanted from life
either: Glory. Finally a call for knights for the Fourth Crusade gave
him a chance for his dream. But before he left Francis had to have a
suit of armor and a horse -- no problem for the son of a wealthy
father. And not just any suit of armor would do but one decorated with
gold with a magnificent cloak. Any relief we feel in hearing that
Francis gave the cloak to a poor knight will
be destroyed by the boasts that Francis left behind that he would
return a prince.
But Francis never got
farther than one day's ride from Assisi. There he had a dream in which
God
told him he had it all wrong and told him to return home. And return
home he did. What must it have been like to return without ever making
it to battle -- the boy who wanted nothing more than to be liked was
humiliated, laughed at, called a coward by the village and raged at by
his father for the money wasted on armor.
Francis' conversion
did not happen over night. God
had waited for him for twenty-five years and now it was Francis' turn
to wait. Francis started to spend more time
in prayer. He went off to a cave and wept for his sins. Sometimes
God's grace
overwhelmed him with joy. But life
couldn't just stop for God. There was a business to run, customers to
wait on.
One day while riding
through the countryside, Francis, the man
who loved beauty, who was so picky about food, who hated deformity,
came face to face with a leper. Repelled by the appearance and the
smell of the leper, Francis nevertheless jumped down from his horse
and kissed the hand of the leper. When his kiss
of peace was returned, Francis was filled with joy. As he rode off, he
turned around for a last wave, and saw that the leper had disappeared.
He always looked upon it as a test from God...that he had passed.
His search for conversion
led him to the ancient church at San Damiano. While he was praying
there, he heard Christ
on the crucifix speak to him, "Francis, repair my church."
Francis assumed this meant church with a small c -- the crumbling
building he was in. Acting again in his impetuous way, he took fabric
from his father's shop and sold it to get money to repair the church.
His father saw this as an act of theft
-- and put together with Francis' cowardice, waste of money, and his
growing disinterest in money made Francis seem more like a madman than
his son. Pietro dragged Francis before the bishop
and in front of the whole town demanded that Francis return the money
and renounce all rights as his heir.
The bishop
was very kind to Francis; he told him to return the money and said God
would provide. That was all Francis needed to hear. He not only gave
back the money but stripped off all his clothes -- the clothes his
father had given him -- until he was wearing only a hair shirt. In
front of the crowd that had gathered he said, "Pietro Bernardone
is no longer my father. From now on I can say with complete freedom,
'Our Father who art in heaven.'" Wearing nothing but castoff
rags, he went off into the freezing woods -- singing. And when robbers
beat him later and took his clothes, he climbed out of the ditch and
went off singing again. From then on Francis had nothing...and
everything.
Francis went back to
what he considered God's call. He begged for stones and rebuilt the
San Damiano church with his own hands, not realizing that it was the
Church with a capital C that God
wanted repaired. Scandal
and avarice
were working on the Church from the inside while outside heresies
flourished by appealing to those longing for something different or
adventurous.
Soon Francis started to
preach. (He was never a priest, though he was later ordained a deacon
under his protest.) Francis was not a reformer; he preached about
returning to God
and obedience
to the Church. Francis must have known about the decay in the Church,
but he always showed the Church and its people his utmost respect.
When someone told him of a priest
living openly with a woman
and asked him if that meant the Mass
was polluted, Francis went to the priest, knelt before him, and kissed
his hands -- because those hands had held God.
Slowly companions came
to Francis, people who wanted to follow his life
of sleeping in the open, begging for garbage to eat...and loving God.
With companions, Francis knew he now had to have some kind of
direction to this life
so he opened the Bible in
three places. He read the command to the rich young man
to sell all his good
and give to the poor, the order to the apostles
to take nothing on their journey, and the demand to take up the cross
daily. "Here is our rule," Francis said -- as simple, and as
seemingly impossible, as that. He was going to do what no one thought
possible any more -- live by the Gospel. Francis took these commands
so literally that he made one brother run after the thief who stole
his hood
and offer him his robe!
Francis never wanted to
found a religious order -- this former knight thought that sounded too
military. He thought of what he was doing as expressing God's
brotherhood. His companions came from all walks of life, from fields
and towns, nobility and common people, universities, the Church, and
the merchant class. Francis practiced true equality by showing honor,
respect, and love to every person
whether they were beggar or pope.
Francis' brotherhood
included all of God's creation. Much has been written about Francis'
love of nature
but his relationship
was deeper than that. We call someone a lover of nature
if they spend their free time
in the woods or admire its beauty. But Francis really felt that
nature, all God's creations, were part of his brotherhood. The sparrow
was as much his brother as the pope.
In one famous story,
Francis preached to hundreds of birds about being thankful to God
for their wonderful clothes, for their independence, and for God's
care. The story tells us the birds stood still as he walked among him,
only flying off when he said they could leave.
Another famous story
involves a wolf that had been eating human beings. Francis intervened
when the town wanted to kill the wolf and talked the wolf into never
killing again. The wolf became a pet of the townspeople who made sure
that he always had plenty to eat.
Following the Gospel
literally, Francis and his companions went out to preach two by two.
At first, listeners were understandably hostile to these men in rags
trying to talk about God's love. People even ran from them for fear
they'd catch this strange madness! And they were right. Because soon
these same people noticed that these barefoot beggars wearing sacks
seemed filled with constant joy. They celebrated life. And people had
to ask themselves: Could one own nothing and be happy? Soon those who
had met them with mud and rocks, greeted them with bells
and smiles.
Francis did not try to
abolish poverty, he tried to make it holy. When his friars met someone
poorer than they, they would eagerly rip off the sleeve of their habit
to give to the person. They worked for all necessities and only begged
if they had to. But Francis would not let them accept any money. He
told them to treat coins as if they were pebbles in the road. When the
bishop
showed horror at the friars' hard life, Francis said, "If we had
any possessions we should need weapons and laws to defend them."
Possessing something was the death of love for Francis. Also, Francis
reasoned, what could you do to a man
who owns nothing? You can't starve a fasting
man, you can't steal from someone who has no money, you can't ruin
someone who hates prestige. They were truly free.
Francis was a man
of action. His simplicity of life
extended to ideas and deeds. If there was a simple way, no matter
how impossible it seemed, Francis would take it. So when Francis
wanted approval for his brotherhood, he went straight to Rome
to see Pope Innocent III. You can imagine what the pope thought when
this beggar approached him! As a matter
of fact he threw Francis out. But when he had a dream that this tiny man
in rags held up the tilting Lateran basilica, he quickly called
Francis back and gave him permission to preach.
Sometimes this direct
approach led to mistakes that he corrected with the same spontaneity
that he made them. Once he ordered a brother who hesitated to speak
because he stuttered to go preach half-naked. When Francis realized
how he had hurt someone he loved he ran to town, stopped the brother,
took off his own clothes, and preached instead.
Francis acted quickly
because he acted from the heart; he didn't have time
to put on a role. Once he was so sick and exhausted, his companions
borrowed a mule for him to ride. When the man
who owned the mule recognized Francis he said, "Try to be as
virtuous as everyone thinks you are because many have a lot
of confidence in you." Francis dropped off the mule and knelt
before the man
to thank him for his advice.
Another example of his
directness came when he decided to go to Syria
to convert the Moslems while the Fifth Crusade was being fought. In
the middle of a battle, Francis decided to do the simplest thing and
go straight to the sultan to make peace. When he and his companion
were captured, the real miracle
was that they weren't killed. Instead Francis was taken to the sultan
who was charmed by Francis and his preaching. He told Francis, "I
would convert to your religion
which is a beautiful one -- but both of us would be murdered."
Francis did find persecution
and martyrdom of a kind -- not among the Moslems, but among his own
brothers. When he returned to Italy, he came back to a brotherhood
that had grown to 5000 in ten years. Pressure came from outside to
control this great movement, to make them conform to the standards of
others. His dream of radical poverty
was too harsh, people said. Francis responded, "Lord, didn't I
tell you they wouldn't trust you?"
He finally gave up
authority in his order -- but he probably wasn't too upset about it.
Now he was just another brother, like he'd always wanted.
Francis' final years
were filled with suffering as well as humiliation. Praying to share in
Christ's passion he had a vision received the stigmata, the marks of
the nails and the lance wound that Christ
suffered, in his own body.
Years of poverty
and wandering had made Francis ill. When he began to go blind, the
pope ordered that his eyes be operated on. This meant cauterizing his
face with a hot iron. Francis spoke to "Brother Fire":
"Brother Fire, the Most High has made you strong and beautiful
and useful. Be courteous to me now in this hour, for I have always
loved you, and temper your heat so that I can endure it." And
Francis reported that Brother Fire had been so kind that he felt
nothing at all.
How did Francis respond
to blindness and suffering? That was when he wrote his beautiful Canticle
of the Sun that expresses his brotherhood with creation
in praising God.
Francis never recovered
from this illness. He died on October 4, 1226 at the age of 45.
Francis is considered the founder of all Franciscan orders and the
patron saint of ecologists and merchants.
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