The Youth of Francis of Assisi

Of all the saints, St. Francis of Assisi stands out for his deep love for animals and nature. His day is celebrated on the 4th of October, and it's a time when people around the world remember his teachings of peace and kindness towards all creatures. He is best known for talking to animals, especially the birds, and seeing God in all forms of creation. He also was the first to set up a nativity creche to celebrate Christmas. 

There are numerous delightful stories about Italy’s beloved saint. Ready to immerse yourself in the tales of this gentle saint?  Make yourself comfortable, settle back, and listen on. 

In 1181, a boy was born in Assisi, amid the green hills of Umbria in central Italy.  His mother baptised him, Giovanni or John.  At the time, his father, a wealthy silk merchant, was away on business in France.  As soon as he returned, he declared that everyone should know his new son by the name of Francis - presumably because of his esteem for French business and fashion. 

By all accounts, Francis was a wild brat in his youth. He loved fancy clothes, partying and leading a hedonistic life with his friends.     But then, out of the blue, he fell ill. His time stuck in bed was a chance to consider his life. When he began his recovery and walked outside, the world looked different.  The fields, trees, and flowers he once loved didn’t seem as beautiful anymore. He realised that he was changing and wanted more from life than just partying and fun. 

Soon after, he heard that a nobleman was gathering a band of fighters to plunder a town called Apulia. Francis decided to join him on this adventure, hoping to share in the loot and glory. One night, before he was due to leave, he dreamed that his house was full of weapons, saddles, shields, lances and other warlike objects instead of the usual silks and fine materials.

When he awoke, Francis thought this dream meant he would become a great and famous warrior in Apulia.

One day, while preparing for his journey to Apulia, Francis stumbled upon an old, broken-down chapel in the countryside. He went inside, and as he knelt to pray, he felt a strange peace and warmth.

While he knelt there, lost in thought, he heard an inner voice:

 "Francis, do you really want to serve a human master, or would you rather serve the Master of all, the one who loves everyone and everything?"

The voice, the ruined chapel, and the peace all seemed connected. He considered that the weapons of his dream might not be about war in Apulia. Instead, they might indicate a spiritual fight: to restore the crumbling church and to dedicate his life to the service of God.

But during this time, he kept his changed heart a secret.   He began to talk in riddles.  When he spoke to his friends and family of  “hidden treasure”,  he meant Heaven. And when he promised to  ‘marry someone more noble and beautiful than anyone could imagine’,  he meant that he would devote his life to God.   

Filled with new energy, he sold his fine possessions in the market of a neighboring town. He even sold his horse!  With the money, he headed back home. On the way, he came across an old, crumbling church dedicated to St. Damian. 

Inside the church, he met a humble priest. Francis gave him the money and asked if he could stay at the church. The priest was shocked! He remembered Francis as a fun-loving young man! After some convincing, the priest allowed Francis to stay but didn’t accept the money. Francis left it on a window sill.

When he failed to return home, his father gathered a group of friends and family to search the countryside for his lost son. 

Francis heard that they were coming, and he hid in a cave.  He stayed an entire month in this cave, praying and living off a little food from a trusted friend. 

Eventually, when ready to face the world, he emerged from the dark hiding place and headed home. 

Of course, his appearance had changed quite dramatically.

 A simple, coarse tunic replaced his once fine clothes. His hair, once fashionably styled, was now unkempt. His feet were dusty, and he had lost much weight. But as for his eyes  - people could not help noticing a new shine in them.

And when people spoke to him, the change was even more striking! 

He chanted praises to God, speaking of love, compassion, and the beauty of simplicity.

Whispers spread around the town. "Is that Francis?" "What happened to him?" "Has he gone mad?"

His father was dismayed at his transformed son. Desperate to reclaim the Francis he once knew, he imprisoned him in a shadowy chamber, intent on binding his spirit, with chains. Yet, even in that desolation, Francis's faith remained unwavering. 

Soon, during one of his father's business trips, his mother released him from his chains.

Francis returned to his spiritual endeavors with even more fervor and dedication. But when his father discovered him, no longer shackled but instead fervently praying, his fury was like a tempest. He bore into Francis with clenched fists, ready to either reclaim his son or cast him out forever. Yet Francis faced him head-on, fearlessly declaring his unwavering commitment to Christ.

His father demanded:

“Where have you squandered my wealth?"

 Francis, with a heavy heart, confessed, "I sold all I had and placed the money on the windowsill of a ruined old church in the countryside."

His father hastened to the church. There, untouched but veiled in a thin layer of dust, lay the money. As he looked upon the silver and gold coins, his fury waned.

Not long after, he took Francis before the Bishop of  Assisi to legally renounce all his possessions and sign them to him. 

In the presence of the bishop, Francis tore off all his clothes. He stood there, bared to his soul, before all the bystanders. He did not even keep his drawers!  The bishop, deeply moved by Francis's determination and conviction, wrapped Francis in his mantel, embraced him, and declared:

“Behold he wrestles naked with his naked foe and, having cast off all that is of the world, is mindful of God's righteousness alone!”

Soon after this revealing incident, Francis was wandering through the woods, singing to the tunes of nature. As was his want, he chanted in French, the language of the troubadours. 

rien ne reste dans la nuit.

Vivre avec Dieu dans le royaume

est une joie sans fin.

Les eaux dansent et célèbrent

Deep in the forest, a group of robbers approached him. "Who are you?" they demanded.

"I'm a messenger of the great King above!" Francis cheerfully responded.

The robbers laughed scornfully before dragging him to a deep, snowy pit and throwing him into it.

"Stay there, you clownish messenger of God!" They declared!

 But Francis didn't stay down. When they had gone, he brushed off the snow and clambered out of the hole.   Then he went around the woods shouting even louder praises for everything in the world.

Consider, O man, how great the excellence in which the Lord has placed you because He has created and formed you to the image of His beloved Son according to the body and to His own likeness according to the spirit.1 And all the creatures that are under heaven serve and know and obey their Creator in their own way better than you

After a while, he found a monastery where he stayed doing kitchen chores, wearing only an old shirt and hoping for some soup. But none of the monks showed him kindness, and the Prior of the Monastery was too puffed up to give this ragged young man the time of day. So he left the monastery. Finally, he reached the town of Gubbio, where an old friend gave him a simple tunic. 

Francis began his ministry in Gubbio, preaching and engaging in acts of charity, helping those in need. As he went about this work, stories of his deeds and words began to spread. 

Among those who heard of Francis's growing reputation was the Prior of a particular Monastery. This was the very place where Francis had been given a cold reception.

The Prior, perhaps feeling remorse or perhaps fearing that Francis might say some bad words about him, sought out the young preacher. He came face to face with him and begged his forgiveness, which Francis gladly granted. 

No soul was too lowly, outcast or forsaken for Francis. He spent time with those afflicted with leprosy. He selflessly helped them, caring for their wounds, cleaning them, and offering comfort. He recalled how, in the past, just seeing their homes from two miles away would make him cover his nose. Now, guided by God, he mustered the strength to approach a leper and kiss him.

Over the next two years, he dedicated himself to restoring local churches. He preferred to build on the foundations of the old rather than start everything anew. 

Francis prayed at the small St. Damian church outside Assisi. During his prayers, he felt God telling him, “Francis, rebuild my church, which you see is falling into ruin.”  

Obeying the command, he went around the city, collecting stones to repair St. Damian's chapel. He carried the stones and set them in place, eventually restoring the chapel. Then, he restored other neglected churches nearby. One was the abandoned Porziuncola, a tiny chapel on the plain below Assisi. Francis felt it was blessed with grace and visited by angels. He often said, "Prayers are powerful here.”

 You can still visit the chapel housed within the huge basilica, ‘St Mary of the Angels’.

Over time, several men joined Francis. One of his earliest followers was a vastly wealthy man called Bernard. Brother Bernard sold all his belongings and gave the money to the needy. He was also joined by Brother Giles, a man renowned for his simplicity, integrity, and godliness, And Phillip, who, without formal training,  possessed profound wisdom and understanding of the scriptures.

  One time, when Francis had almost lost his eyesight, due to his constant weeping, he went to the woodland near the chapel where Brother Bernard was apt to pray and commune with God’s creations.

“Come, speak to this blind man,”  said Frances.

But Brother Bernard did not reply.

  Francis called out thrice, yet Bernard remained oblivious, lost in his spiritual trance.

Francis pondered**, "Why does Brother Bernard ignore my calls?"** He was hurt and angry, and went to another part of the wood to pray. God told him that Bernard had not heard his words because he was so deep in meditation.

Understanding dawned, and Francis, humbled, approached Bernard, saying, "I had an evil thought about you." As an act of penance, Francis implored Bernard to tread upon him. Bernard hesitated but, out of obedience, complied.

When the trampling was complete, Bernard turned the tables, beseeching Francis, "Rebuke me for my faults when we meet." 

Henceforth, Francis limited his encounters with Bernard, not wanting to have to keep his promise and rebuke him.

Brother Ruffino was a deep thinker, often lost in his thoughts about God. This made him quiet and not much of a speaker. Even so, one day, St. Francis told him to go to Assisi and talk to the people about God. Ruffino was hesitant, saying, "Father, I'm not good at preaching. I'm a simple, uneducated man." St. Francis replied, "Since you hesitated, I now command you to go to Assisi with only your underwear on, enter a church like that, and speak to the people."

Following this, Ruffino did as told, going to Assisi and speaking in a church. People, seeing him in just his underwear, laughed and thought that too much religious practice had driven him mad.

Back at their place, St. Francis felt guilty for making Ruffino do this. He thought**, "How can I, a simple man, make Ruffino, a nobleman of Assisi, do such a thing?"** To make it right, St. Francis also stripped and went to Assisi, with Friar Leo carrying their clothes.

People were shocked to see St. Francis too, thinking both had lost their minds. In the church, as Ruffino spoke about living a good life, St. Francis joined him. They both talked passionately about living simply, loving God, and the sacrifices Jesus made. The townspeople were deeply moved. Many cried, thinking about the suffering of Jesus.

Both friars then dressed and returned home, praising God. The respect people had for them grew immensely, with many considering themselves lucky just to touch their clothes.

Francis also helped found an order of nuns. 

There was a wealthy lady of Assisi, Clare, who wanted to dedicate her life to poverty and Christ.

On the evening of Palm Sunday in 1212, when Clare was 18, she secretly left her family's house at night to meet Francis and his followers at the tiny chapel of the Porziuncula. 

At the chapel, Francis cut off Clare's long, golden hair, signifying her rejection of worldly vanity. She then traded her rich gown for a rough habit and veil. 

 Her name, Clare, which means "bright", was fitting, for she who shone in name, shone brighter in deeds, and brightest in her unwavering faith.  Francis let her live at St. Damian's chapel, where she founded a religious order. 

Her nuns were as pure as a string of pearls.  Every member of her order practised humility, valuing the blessings from Heaven. 

St. Francis often met St. Clare in Assisi, giving her spiritual advice. Clare wanted to dine with him. 

At last, he agreed to the meal at the Porziuncola.

He set up the meal on the ground, in his usual way. They began to eat, but soon, Francis started speaking about God. Everyone present felt a deep spiritual connection, as if in a trance.

Meanwhile, people from nearby areas saw what looked like a huge fire engulfing the chapel. Rushing to help, they found no fire. Instead, they discovered Francis, Clare, and their friends deep in contemplation. The locals realised it wasn't a physical fire but a divine sign of intense spiritual passion.

 Francis sent his closest followers, now numbering eight,   in pairs to different parts of the world to spread peace and the message of repentance. 

But soon, Francis missed his companions and prayed for their swift return. Miraculously, they all soon returned and rejoiced in each other's company without any prior arrangement. 

More and more people heard about Francis and his followers.  The rich, the poor, the educated, and the unlearned alike were drawn to his message. 

 Francis wrote a simple rule for his group, based on Bible verses, “to follow the teachings of our Lord Jesus Christ and to walk in his footsteps.” 

 They had to decide: Should they live a life of quiet prayer in a monastery or among people? St. Francis chose to live among people. His mission was to help and guide others,

With eleven of his followers, Francis went to Rome to ask Pope Innocent III's permission to start a new religious group. Despite some doubts from the Pope's advisors, the Pope had a dream where he saw Francis holding up a church. Taking it as a sign, he officially approved Francis's group, the Friars Minor, on 16 April 1210. 

The name "Friars Minor," translating to "Lesser Brothers," was a constant reminder of their humility. Guided by the core virtues of Poverty, Humility, and Service, these principles anchored all their actions.

 Friars distinguished themselves from monks, because instead of retreating to a monastery and journeying inward, they went out into the world and guided people on their spiritual journey. 

Like a star in morning's light,

Francis drove away the night.

The earth itself began to sing, 

Landscapes transformed with a vibrant spring.

 Fields once barren now burst with green, 

while crops arose as if in a dream. 

Vines once withered began to thrive, 

bearing fruits with a scent divine, 

blossoming sweetly under skies 

From noble halls to village streets, 

many heard the celestial beat, 

and drawn by God's gentle call, 

they flocked to Saint Francis, one and all.

Like the rain that quenches the thirsty earth,

He cultivated souls, nurturing  rebirth.

These followers wore simple clothes. Even when traveling, they never worried about where they would sleep. Sometimes, if it got too cold or there was no place to stay, they'd find a warm oven or cave.   

Some used ropes or metal objects to keep themselves awake, and some even prayed inside wooden boxes. If they ever ate or drank a little too much, they would not eat for many days. They would sometimes even sleep in the cold or hurt themselves to remember to be humble.

Francis and his followers lived in Rivo Torto, near Assisi.  They chose a small, old hut for their home.

Sometimes, they only ate turnips because there wasn't any bread. Their hut was so small that it was hard for them to sit or rest inside. They embraced hardship. There was not a sound of murmuring or complaining at these things.  Francis strove to stay pure.  If Francis felt any temptation, he sat in a pit filled with ice until his flesh cooled. 

Once, when Emperor Otto was passing by in a magnificent parade, on his way to his coronation, Francis would not let his followers go out to watch.  He wanted to stay focused on their spiritual journey. He only sent one person to tell the emperor that his fame wouldn't last forever.

Inside their small hut, Francis wrote each follower's name on the beams. This way, they could find a spot to rest or pray without disturbing others. 

But one day, a man with a donkey came by. He spoke to the brothers and offered to help them develop the hut and make it into a more worthy place.  When Francis heard that the brothers were getting ideas of property ownership, he ordered them to move out. So, St. Francis took them back to the Porziuncula.  

One night, while St. Francis was away, some brothers slept while others sang “our father” in deep, rich tones. Around midnight, a brilliant fiery chariot entered their dwelling, circling two or three times. A glowing orb, like the sun, shone brightly above it. The sight startled the sleepers and mesmerized those awake, filling them with clarity and awe. Gathering together, they pondered the vision. Eventually, they realized it represented the radiant soul of their absent leader.

Another time, some priests came to preach at the dwelling. Among them was Monaldo, known for his humility,  prayer, and patience.  During his impassioned speech about "Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews," Monaldo glanced at the entrance and saw, to his astonishment, Francis levitating, with his arms outstretched as if on a cross, blessing all the brothers. All present were filled with the comfort of the Holy Ghost and his saving joy.

Francis had a passionate commitment to his "Lady Poverty."  He believed that fulfilling a need could easily slip into indulgence. He rarely ate cooked food, and if he did, he would lessen its taste with ashes or cold water. And while he occasionally consumed meat,  especially when dined by influential admirers, he often discreetly discarded most of it without being noticed.

Francis hardly touched wine. In fact, he wouldn't even quench his thirst entirely with water. He often slept on the ground with only his tunic as his mastress, and a piece of wood or stone as his pillow. He even refrained from reclining while sleeping, often resting in a sitting position. If he ever craved a specific food, he'd avoid it altogether.

One time, after recovering from an illness, Francis had consumed some chicken. As he entered Assisi, he asked a fellow monk to parade him through the city, tethered by a rope, proclaiming aloud his indulgence in eating chicken! 

Even as he grew in fame and was lauded by many, he still viewed himself as the least among men.

When people praised him, Francis would feel burdened by the adulation. To counteract the praises, he'd sometimes request a fellow monk to speak the truth, as he saw it, by rebuking him. When the monk, albeit reluctantly, chastised him, Francis would gratefully acknowledge the rebuke.

If he chanced to have any evil thought about anyone, or let fall an angry word, he would straightway confess the sin, and beg pardon. His conscience did not let him rest until soothing words had healed the mental wound.

It's tragic to think of a world without such a guiding figure. It's a testament to human nature that we often fail to value great souls while they're with us, realising their worth only after they're gone.

Part 2 - the Miracles of St Francis

 In the year 1219 after his spiritual awakening, Francis, burning with passion for martyrdom, decided to travel Egypt.  He wanted to introduce Christianity and the concept of repentance to the Saracens and other non-believers and to negotiate an end to the Fifth/fourth Cruscade. 

On one leg of the long journey, Francis asked some sailors to take him towards Egypt.  As he had no money to pay for the journey, they refused.  Undetered, and trusting in God, he sneaked on board and stowed himself away. 

At the next port, a mysterious man secretly came onto the ship and gave some food to St Francis. Later, when a storm hit the ship and all the sailor’s food was gone, only Francis's food was left. Amazingly, this small amount of food lasted and fed everyone on the ship for many days until they reached land safely.

Seeing this miracle, the sailors knew it was because of Saint Francis's  connection with God. They thanked God for the wonder and for keeping them safe.

When he reached Egypt, before he could speak to the Sultan, some of the Sultan’s followers seized him.  They tortured him and threatened him with death, but he did not flinch. Eventually, he made it into the presence of the great King.  By contrast, The sultan treated him with every honour, offering him many precious gifts.  Francis rejected all the worldly gift, showing that he held riches in contempt like dung! 

 The Sultan was filled with utmost amazement and gazed at him as a man unlike any other. He was deeply stirred by his words and heard him very willingly. But even though the Sultan was impressed, God had different plans for Francis.  The Sultan was not converted and he did not negotiate a peace treaty. So Francis returned to Italy not having succeeded in his mission. 

Back at home, Francis continued to travel around his own people. And soon his ministry extended to all of God’s creation. 

  He was passing through the Spoleto Valley when he came across a large gathering of different birds. There were doves, rooks, and other species.

Seeing these birds, Francis, who had a deep affection for all creatures, felt an urge to approach them. He left his companions behind and ran towards the birds. The birds did not fly away, but waited for him, so he greeted them warmly. Filled with happiness at their unusual behavior, Francis spoke to them about God, reminding them of how blessed they were. He told them that they should always praise God for providing them with everything they needed, like feathers and wings. He admired how they lived freely in the air without any worries, trusting in God's care.

The birds, in their own way, responded with joy. They stretched their necks, spread their wings, and looked at Francis with curiosity. Francis walked among them, touching them gently, and after blessing them, he let them fly away.

He realised that he should have preached to the birds earlier since they were such attentive listeners. From that day, Francis made it a point to encourage all creatures, whether they were animals, birds, or even inanimate objects, to love and praise their Creator. 

When Francis was in a place called Alviano to share God's teachings, he stood on a raised area where everyone could see him and asked for silence. While all the people present were quiet and respectful, a bunch of swallows were making a lot of noise, building their nests nearby.

Since their loud chirping was interrupting his sermon, Francis addressed the birds, asking them to be quiet so he could speak. He said, "My sister swallows; it's my turn to talk now. You've been chirping quite a bit! Please stay quiet until I finish my sermon."

To the astonishment of everyone there, the swallows immediately went silent and didn't move until Francis was finished preaching. Seeing this miraculous event, the people were deeply impressed. They thought, "This man must truly be a saint and a close friend of God." 

One day, a young man had caught some turtle doves and was on his way to sell them. St Francis happened upon him. Looking at the birds with concern, he said, "Young man, could you please hand them over? These gentle birds, symbols of pure and humble souls in sacred texts, shouldn't fall into the hands of those who might harm them."

Moved by an inexplicable feeling, the young man immediately gave all the birds to St. Francis. 

Holding them close, Francis gently said, "Dear birds, why did you get caught? I want to protect you, provide you with a home, and let you thrive as nature intended." 

He then addressed the young man and prophesised:  "One day, you will join our order  and serve with unwavering devotion to Jesus Christ." 

He then took the birds home.  They soon settled in,  laying eggs and raising their chicks under the watchful care of St. Francis and his fellow monks. 

And his prophecy to the young man came true - he did eventually join them and become a friar. 

Not just birds, but all animals seemed to sense Francis's deep love and affection for them, responding to his gentle nature.

While staying at the fortress of Greccio, someone brought Francis a young hare that had been caught. Feeling compassion, Francis spoke kindly to the hare, saying, "Brother Hare, come to me. Why did you get caught like that?" As soon as the Hare was set free by the person holding it, it ran straight to Francis, finding comfort in his embrace as if it was the safest place it knew. After the hare rested with him for a while, Francis gently set it down to let it run back to the woods. However, the hare kept returning to him. In the end, Francis asked his companions to carry the hare further into the woods to ensure its safety.

Similarly, when he was on an island in the lake of Perugia, a wild rabbit approached Francis in the same trusting way. 

Francis also showed the same kindness to fish. If he ever saw fish that had been caught, he would, if he could, release them back into the water, playfully warning them to be more careful next time.

Francis once sat in a boat by a port on the Lake when a fisherman caught a large fish known as a tench and kindly offered it to him. With joy, Francis took the fish, affectionately naming it "brother". Instead of keeping it, he gently placed the fish back into the water. As he began to pray, the tench stayed nearby, playfully swimming close to the boat. It didn't swim away until Francis finished his prayer and allowed it to leave.

St. Francis was in the city of Agobio when a fierce wolf began terrorising its inhabitants. It wasn't just attacking animals, but people too, causing everyone to be scared. Because of this wolf, the townspeople were afraid to even leave the city.

Feeling sorry for the townspeople, St. Francis decided to face the wolf, even though everyone warned him not to. As he approached the wolf, it charged at him with an open mouth. But St. Francis calmly made the sign of the cross and asked the wolf to come closer. Amazingly, the wolf closed its mouth, stopped running, and sat down peacefully at St. Francis' feet.

St. Francis spoke to the wolf, telling him he had done wrong by hurting God's creations and people. He offered to make a deal: if the wolf stopped harming anyone, the townspeople would provide food so the wolf wouldn't go hungry. The wolf signaled its agreement by nodding. St. Francis wanted a promise from the wolf, so he asked the wolf to give him its paw as a sign of loyalty, and the wolf did.

With the wolf beside him, St. Francis then walked into the city to finalize the peace agreement. The townspeople were amazed, and word quickly spread about the miracle.

After gathering the townspeople, St. Francis began to speak. He talked about how God sometimes allows hardships, like the wolf's attacks, because of humanity's sins. He emphasized that the real danger wasn't the wolf, but the eternal suffering of hell. He urged the people to turn back to God, repent for their sins, and be saved from both the immediate threat of the wolf and eternal damnation.

St. Francis then told the crowd that the wolf promised not to harm them or their animals. He asked the townspeople to promise in return to feed the wolf every day. Everyone agreed. To make sure the wolf would keep its side of the bargain, St. Francis asked it to confirm its promise in front of everyone. The wolf did so by kneeling and showing signs of submission. To emphasize the sincerity of the wolf's promise, St. Francis asked the wolf to pledge loyalty to him in public, which the wolf did by placing its paw in St. Francis's hand.

Witnessing this extraordinary event, the townspeople were filled with amazement and gratitude. They praised God for sending St. Francis to save them from the wolf.

For the next two years, the wolf lived peacefully among the people, visiting houses without causing any harm or fear. Even the local dogs didn't bark at it. The wolf became a gentle reminder of St. Francis's teachings and miracle. When the wolf eventually passed away from old age, the townspeople were sad because its presence always reminded them of the lessons and virtues of St. Francis.

 He had a soft spot for lambs, likely because lambs symbolised the humility of Jesus Christ. Once, while travelling, he saw a solitary sheep amongst a group of goats. Struck by its humble demeanour, Francis was reminded of Jesus amidst the Pharisees. He felt compelled to buy and save the sheep, even though he didn't have the means.

However, a merchant passing by assisted him, and they managed to purchase the sheep. 

Upon arriving in Osimo, the bishop was curious about the sheep and the affection he showed towards it.  Francis reminded the Bishop that at the time of judgement, Lord Jesus will sit on his throne and separate the sheep from the goats. 

The following day, Francis entrusted the sheep to some nuns who valued it as a divine gift. They took great care of it for a long time, using its wool to craft a tunic which they later presented to Francis. Francis received the tunic with immense reverence, joyfully sharing the moment with those around him.

Another time he met a man carrying two lambs, bound and hanging over his shoulders, which he was taking to market to sell. When blessed Francis heard them bleating he was moved with compassion, and came near and touched them, showing pity for them like a mother towards her crying child. 

And he said to the man, 

"Why do you torment my brother lambs? " The man answered,

 "I am taking them to market to sell." 

"What will become of them afterwards?" said the holy man. 

"The buyers will kill and eat them." 

"God forbid," answered the Saint. "This must not be, but take the cloak I am wearing for their price, and give the lambs to me."

 The man gave him the lambs and took the cloak gladly, for it was of much greater value. (St. Francis had borrowed it that day from a faithful man, to keep off the cold.) 

When St Francis received the lambs he considered what he should do with them. After some thought, gave them back to the man, charging him never to sell them or do them any harm, but to keep them, feed them, and take good care of them.

St. Francis filled with God's spirit, never stopped celebrating every element and creature.

Who could capture the depth of love he felt for everything God made? Or describe the joy he felt seeing God's greatness in nature, from the sun to the moon and stars? St. Francis, with genuine innocence and love, even cherished small worms, associating them with a biblical reference that describes the Savior as a worm. Out of care, he'd move them to safety, ensuring they weren't crushed by people walking. Can you imagine, he even ensured bees had honey or wine in winter so they wouldn't freeze?

What gladness do you think the beauty of flowers gave him? Or what sweetness when he sensed their perfume?

For their appearance and fragrance reminded him of Christ. 

St. Francis would speak to flowers, urging them to praise God.  This behaviour extended to all elements of nature – cornfields, vineyards, woods, waters, gardens, and even elements like earth, fire, air, and wind. He addressed all creatures as "brother.”

St. Francis perceived the divine secrets embedded within creation.  

When Saint Francis travelled through various cities, he left behind blessings Touching his clothes was considered a blessing, and wherever he went, he was greeted with fanfare. Children would often run ahead with tree boughs, singing psalms. People would offer him loaves of bread to bless. These blessed loaves were kept for a long time, and many who tasted them claimed to be healed of various ailments. At times, in their fervour, people would tear pieces from his tunic for blessings, leaving him nearly bare. Miraculously, objects that Francis touched became vehicles of healing.

Once, a pregnant woman near Arezzo suffered during childbirth. When her family heard Saint Francis was nearby, they looked for him. However, he took a different path due to his weak health. Learning that he had touched the reins of a horse, the villagers used them. When placed on the woman, her pain vanished, and she gave birth safely.

The mere association of St Francis with an object turned it into a vessel of healing. 

A faithful man had a rope that Saint Francis had once used as a belt around his tunic. He'd mix its threads with water, creating a blessed drink. When given to the sick, they would miraculously recover.

Once, a knight's son was crippled, causing great distress. After Saint Francis prayed and touched him, the boy stood up and walked, astounding everyone.

In another town, Peter, paralyzed for five months and unable to move except for his eyes and tongue, heard of Saint Francis's presence. With the bishop's help, he summoned the saint. Upon Francis's blessing and sign of the cross, Peter was healed on the spot.

A blind woman from Narni regained sight when Francis marked her eyes with the cross.

In Gubbio, he encountered a woman with paralyzed hands. Touching her hands, he restored their function. In gratitude, she baked a cheesecake for him. Francis, humbly accepting a slice, encouraged her to share the rest with her family.

In the fortress town of St. Gemini, there was a woman possessed by a demon. Her tormented behaviour was well-known by her neighbours. When Saint Francis visited the town, the woman's desperate husband approached him. He begged Saint Francis to free his wife from the malevolent spirit.

At first, Saint Francis hesitated, not wanting to be seen as a showman or draw attention to himself. But seeing the genuine pain, he decided to act.

Saint Francis instructed three companions to stand in separate corners of the house. This was to ensure that the demon had no way out. 

Having finished his prayer blessed, Francis went to the woman who was being miserably tormented and crying horribly. He said, "In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, I charge you, devil, on obedience, to go out of her nor dare to impede her any more." Hardly had he finished speaking when the devil, with furious roaring, flew out.

In the town of Città di Castello, there was a commotion. A woman, possessed by a demon, was brought to the house where Saint Francis was staying. She remained outside, displaying violent behaviors typical of demonic possession. The sight was unnerving, her gnashing of teeth, her wild expressions,  and her trumpeting like an elephant, drew a crowd from the town. They knew of her torments and were desperate for Saint Francis to help.

Saint Francis sent out a brother to check on her. Immediately, the woman mocked the brother, sensing he wasn't St Francis. Inside, the saint prayed intensely. As he emerged, the sight of him made the woman shake uncontrollably.

With firm conviction, Saint Francis approached her and commanded, "Leave her, evil spirit!" To everyone's amazement, the demon left without harming the woman, although it was evident it was not pleased.

 Regardless of what he was doing, whether walking, sitting, eating, or drinking, he was in a constant state of prayer  Sometimes, he would start his prayers at night and continue until dawn. In every moment, whether walking, sitting, or dining, he was enveloped in prayer.

 He frequently ventured to abandoned churches or secluded areas at night, trusting God's grace to overcome his anxieties and fears.  In such places, he fought hand to hand with the Devil, who not only struck him inwardly with temptations, but also with physical dangers, including collapsing buildings. 

Yet, Francis remained unyielding, certain that God's protection was omnipresent.

St. Francis's trademark greeting, "The Lord give you peace," became his message. His influence was such that even those who formerly despised peace embraced it wholeheartedly.

When speaking to large audiences about God's teachings, Francis exuded confidence as if speaking to a close friend.   However, if he ever faltered or forgot his planned words, he'd candidly admit it to his listeners.  When words escaped him, he'd simply bless the gathering.

Once in Rome, Francis wanted to address Pope Honorius. His friend, Lord Hugh, the Bishop of Ostia, introduced him to the Pope and the Cardinals.

With the Pope's permission, Francis began to speak. Glowing with divine love, and unable to contain himself for joy, his feet began to move energetically in time to his words, as if he were dancing.

Throughout, Lord Hugh was on edge, praying that Francis's pure-hearted performance wouldn't be mocked or misunderstood.  After all, he had brought Francis into this esteemed gathering, and any scandal could rebound on him.

However, It wasn’t a silly display but the physical manifestation of overwhelming love for God. This sight didn't cause mockery but rather brought many to tears, touching their hearts deeply.

Hugh and Francis felt a close bond. 

When the Franciscans grew in influence, Francis asked Lord Hugh to oversee his group. The Pope agreed, appointing Hugh as Cardinal Protector of the Order.  Hugh, with his unwavering dedication and wisdom, became a bedrock for the Franciscans, earning profound respect from Francis.

Francis was innocent, straightforward, pure-hearted, loving towards God and others, obedient, humble, and had an angelic appearance. 

He was quick to forgive and slow to anger. He was witty, remembered things well, was good at debating, careful in decisions, and was always genuine. He was hard on himself but gentle with others, and always acted wisely.

Physically, he was slightly short. He had a rounded head, longish face, smooth forehead, and sincere black eyes. His hair was dark, his nose straight, and lips thin. He spoke with passion, had a strong and sweet voice, and his teeth were even and white. 

He acted saintly with saints and related well with sinners. He was a beacon of hope for everyone. So, holy father, as a friend of sinners, please help those who have gone astray and guide them back with your love.

Francis was always pained to see anyone poorer than him. While he wore only a basic tunic, he often wished to share it with the needy. To assist the poor, he'd borrow warm mantles from the wealthy and give them to the first poor person he encountered. 

Francis wanted to  follow the teachings and footsteps of Jesus Christ, always remembering the humility of Jesus's birth and his selfless sacrifices. 

Notably, Francis introduced the Christmas crèche, a representation of the Nativity scene, something many now take for granted.

One Christmas, at Greccio, Francis had an idea to recreate the birth of Jesus to remember how Jesus was born in a humble manger.

Francis called upon his trusted friend, John, whom he admired because he gave up his status to pursue spiritual greatness. Francis asked John to prepare a scene at Greccio, similar to the Bethlehem manger, with hay, an ox, and an ass, to help people visualise and remember Jesus's humble beginnings.

As Christmas approached, many gathered at Greccio, bringing candles and torches to light up the night. The atmosphere was festive, as if Greccio had become a new Bethlehem. That night was bright and joyous, with people singing and celebrating. Amid this, Francis held a Mass over the manger.

During this event, someone had a vision. They saw a lifeless child in the manger, but Francis approached and seemed to wake the child up. This vision symbolised how Jesus had been forgotten by many, but through Francis, people were reminded of Him.

After the event, everyone went home filled with joy. The hay used for the manger became sacred. People believed it had healing properties. Sick animals became well after eating it, women with difficult pregnancies found relief, and many sick people recovered their health.  An altar was built on the spot where the manger had stood, in honor of Francis.

Part 3, the final years of St Francis

In 1226, St. Francis, a native of Assisi, passed away in the very city where he started the Order of Lesser Brethren. After twenty years of following Christ and living like the Apostles, he transitioned from this world to the next. 

 His hallowed and holy body was placed and honorably buried with hymns and praises in that city, where by many miracles it shines to the glory of the Almighty.

We will now tell you the story of his final years. 

St. Francis often required solitude, away from the crowds who sought him for guidance and inspiration. He had a habit of dividing his time between serving others and dedicating moments for private contemplation.

In a secluded retreat named Alverna,  As St. Francis meditated, a vivid vision emerged before him: a radiant angelic figure, suspended in the air, having the appearance of a man with six wings, resembling a seraph, but also bearing the pain of crucifixion. 

St. Francis was filled with awe and bafflement. The seraph's gentle and loving gaze warmed his soul, yet the evident suffering of the figure stirred deep anguish within him. 

In the days that followed, the miraculous continued to unfold. Wounds, akin to those of Jesus Christ during His crucifixion, manifested on Francis's body. Nails appeared to pierce his hands and feet, and a wound, reminiscent of a spear thrust, marked his side. These stigmata bled, staining his garments.

 Francis tried to shield the signs of divine approval from the world. However, the sacred secret couldn't be kept entirely hidden. 

One time, Brother Rufino, unaware of the wound's significance, inadvertently touched the scar on Francis's side. The knock startled Francis, revealing the depth of his personal and sacred connection with these miraculous marks.

To those few who were privy to it, it became clear that St. Francis had been touched by the divine.

St. Francis remained remarkably humble. He didn't flaunt these divine marks or use them to gain attention. Instead, he worked to keep them concealed, fearing that the more he revealed, the more he might lose the grace granted to him.

 He often referred to a saying, inspired by a psalm, that he hid God's words in his heart to keep himself from sinning.

Some people praised him openly but mocked him behind closed doors. Such experiences taught him that outward appearances can sometimes mask true intentions. And in a world where falsehood dominated, he knew the value of keeping some truths hidden to preserve their sanctity.

During his final years, St. Francis’s health deteriorated significantly. For nearly two decades, driven by his fervent spirit, he tirelessly traveled vast regions, spreading God's word. Often covering multiple towns in a single day, he preached passionately, and his actions echoed his teachings.

As he aged, the vessel that held his immense spirit began to wear out. But even as his body weakened, his spirit surged with even greater zeal. His passion for saving souls was undiminished. When he could no longer walk, he rode on a donkey to continue his mission.

His followers frequently urged him to seek medical care, worried about his rapidly declining health. But Francis, with his gaze fixed on the heavens, hesitated, yearning only to unite with Christ. However, when a severe eye condition afflicted him, brother Elias leaded with him to embrace medicine as God’s creation. Francis, showing his humility, eventually agreed to seek treatment.

At a time when his health was particularly bad, Francis sought out a reputed physician in Rieti. On his arrival, the Roman Court warmly welcomed him, especially Lord Hugh, the Bishop of Ostia.  As mentioned before, he was the Cardinal Protector of  Francis and his order.   He later became Pope Gregory IX and cannonised Francis as a Saint. 

Though he was in a position of authority, he admired the teachings of Francis, particularly the principles of Poverty and Simplicity.   Hugh tried to blend in with the monks, acting as a brother among brothers. His humility and simplicity were striking, and he was eager to spread the teachings of Francis wherever he could. 

On many occasions, Hugh would forsake his lavish robes for modest attire, even going barefoot like the monks. 

In his writings to Hugh, Francis often referred to him as the "bishop of the whole world" rather than just "Bishop of Ostia."

Lord Hugh often shared that no matter how agitated or troubled he felt, the sight of St. Francis or a conversation with him would instantly bring peace and joy to his heart.

Concerned about Francis's deteriorating health, especially his eyesight, Hugh felt an urgency. He strongly advised Francis to seek treatments, emphasizing that neglecting one's well-being could be seen as a fault rather than a virtue.

Taking the words of Lord Hugh to heart, Francis visited doctors. However, despite their best efforts, including cauterizations, bloodlettings, and various ointments and medications, his condition didn’t improve and seemed to worsen.

At last, he wished to visit his old friend, Clare in the Chapel St Damians.  His companions took him there

Clare made a small shelter out of reeds for St. Francis to rest in. However, due to his severe pain and the mice who were running around the place, St. Francis couldn't find any peace or comfort, day or night. 

One time he called out, "My Lord, I deserve this and even worse. Lord Jesus, please give me the strength to stay faithful to You despite any suffering."

While he was praying, a voice from the sky spoke to him, "Francis, what if the whole world was made of gold, the seas were made of soothing liquid, and the mountains were all precious gems? What if you could have a treasure even more amazing than all these things, instead of your pain? Would you be happy?"

 St. Francis replied, "Lord, I don't deserve such an amazing gift." 

The voice then said, "Be happy, Francis, because I have something even better for you: eternal life. Your current suffering just shows how valuable this gift is." Hearing this promise, St. Francis felt incredibly joyful.

As he continuously stripped away layers of ego and self-importance, he found a deeper and more profound union with God. His message was clear: True spiritual ascent is not about climbing to great heights, but about descending into the depths of humility and love.

In the bustling world around him, where many sought power, prestige, and recognition, St. Francis sought obscurity. He desired to be like the little flowers of the field, unnoticed and uncelebrated, yet deeply rooted in the soil of divine love.

Francis saw many people running after positions of power, and he didn't approve of this. He believed that leaders should stay true to their original purpose. They shouldn't seek leadership for their own gain or to puff themselves up with pride. They should remain humble, both when given authority and when it is taken away. 

Six months before he passed away, while getting treatment for his eyes in Siena, Francis became seriously ill. He was so weak that he vomited blood and seemed close to death. Brother Elias, hearing this, rushed to his side. After Elias' arrival, Francis felt a bit better. He then asked Elias to take him to Assisi. 

Francis believed the Portiuncula in Assisi was a special place touched by God.  He had once restored it with his own hands and it played a vital part in the beginnings of his ministry. He felt it was blessed with extraordinary grace and visited by angels. He often told his followers: e

As days went on, every part of his body endured severe pain. As he lost his warmth and vitality, death seemed near. The doctors couldn't believe it, and the brethren were astounded. It was as if a spirited soul lived within a nearly lifeless body, with just skin clinging to bones.

 Gathering the brothers around him, he gave them his blessings, much like the patriarch Jacob once did for his sons. Indeed, Francis resembled Moses, bestowing blessings upon the children of Israel before ascending to the mountain.

Surrounded by his brothers, Francis, his eyesight darkening, laid his right hand on Elias. After confirming whom he touched, Francis blessed Elias and all present.  

However, Francis also warned them. He urged steadfastness in their faith and spoke of coming trials. His own faith remained unshaken, as he anticipated reuniting with God, whom he loved deeply.

Lastly, he expressed a final wish: to be taken to St. Maria de Portiuncula, the place where he had first profoundly understood the path of truth. He wanted his soul to depart from the very place that had once illuminated his spiritual journey.

After resting in his beloved place for several days and sensing his impending departure, Francis, with a buoyant spirit, asked two of his closest brothers to joyfully sing praises about the approaching end, or rather the new beginning of true life. Francis himself recited a Psalm, expressing his devotion and plea to the Lord.

Seeing this, a concerned brother, whom Francis held dear, spoke of the impending sorrow of the brotherhood. They were about to lose their guiding light. He beseeched Francis to remember and bless the brothers he'd leave behind. Francis, ever compassionate, responded that he forgave any wrongs or shortcomings of his brothers, whether they were present or not. He asked the concerned brother to convey this forgiveness and blessings to all.

Then, in his final moments, Francis requested the Gospel of John to be read, specifically the passage where Jesus acknowledges his nearing departure to unite with the Father. When a brother opened the Bible it serendipitously turned to that exact section.

One of his brethren  saw the soul of the most holy father ascending over many waters in a straight course to heaven. 

As luminous as the moon and as radiant as the sun, the great saint ascended gloriously, as if on a white cloud. Oh, true beacon of light, who shone even brighter than the sun! Now you have departed, shifting your brilliance from our earthly realm to join the luminous company of angels and saints in the celestial realm.

Oh, illustrious father of unmatched virtue, even as you shed your earthly form, may you never abandon your spiritual children. You know the hardships and tribulations they face, which were once eased by your comforting presence. Oh, revered father of boundless compassion, you were ever eager to console your children and forgive their transgressions.

Therefore, we extol you, our beloved father, whom the Divine has abundantly blessed. May you forever bask in His divine light and glory. Amen.