Italian Pilgrimage: Assisi

mountain mists of Assisi

Assisi was instant love.  Who wouldn't love it?  Not only were its churches magnificent and it's religious history profound but the city had an old-world charm with winding and steep cobblestone streets, buildings covered with flowers and plants, and windows and doors that captivated my heart. Our stay in Assisi felt like a step back in time and was much too short.

My deepest prayer in Assisi was for peace, especially for peace in my hometown of Milwaukee which has been so beleaguered by violence in recent months, and for my pastor, Fr. Tim Kitzke, who has been named the Vicar General for Urban Ministry in Milwaukee and is working so hard to bring peace to our city.  I know that my prayer for peace, united to the prayers of St. Francis, was very strong here in the saint's hometown.  

Basilica of Our Lady of the Angels

Basilica of Our Lady of the Angels

The Portiuncula of St. Francis (source)

It was late in the day when we arrived.  Our first stop was a quick visit to the Basilica of Our Lady of the Angels at the bottom of the hill of Assisi which holds St. Francis' Portiuncula and the Transito where St. Francis died.  We weren't allowed to take pictures inside of the Basilica and, because Mass was going on, we had to move quickly and quietly through the church so I don't have a lot of memories of what it looked like inside.

However, there is one particular memory of the Basilica that will live in my memory forever.  Just as we were moving toward the end of the tour and getting ready to leave, Patrizia, our fabulous guide, told us to turn around so we could see a miracle.  And there, on the pillar ledge, sat two white doves. Patrizia told us that those doves are always there and never leave.  I was in awe because who else but St. Francis, who preached to the birds telling them to be grateful to God, would have the long-term devotion of these beauties in his Basilica?  Later that night, back at our hotel room, I posted a picture of those doves on my facebook page and was then even more in awe when my friend George left this comment:  "They're still there?  They were there ten years ago when I visited Assisi!"

the miracle of the doves at the Basilica of Our Lady of the Angels

Besides The Basilica of Our Lady of the Angels we also visited The Basilica of St. Francis, the Basilica of St. Clare, where we were able to pray before her incorrupt body, the Church of St. Damiano where St. Clare had her monastery, and had time to explore on our own.  Needless to say it was a busy day!  

We weren't allowed to take pictures in any of these churches.  At first I thought that was unfortunate but considering how outrageously gorgeous they were, it really was a blessing because I wouldn't have been able to put my camera away, there was just so much to see and take in! What really amazed me about the Basilica of St. Francis was that it was actually two churches, one right on top of the other!  I sincerely could not tell that from looking at the outside.

Still, I really would have liked pictures because I wanted to be able to see the inside of The Basilica of St. Francis again. It was so marvelous and no matter how long we would have stayed there it wouldn't have been long enough to admire and pray with all of the beautiful frescoes.  So I'm glad that I found a website where I can view all of the beauty of those churches right online, and the quality of those pictures is much greater than any I could have taken. I encourage you to pay this website a visit and enjoy and pray with the images you find there.  You will be most happy that you did!  http://www.sacred-destinations.com/italy/assisi-san-francesco/photos

The Basilica of St. Francis

We followed the monks right inside!

The Holy Door of the Basilica of St. Francis

The view from the Basilica of St. Francis

Further down the hill from the town center of Assisi we found the San Damiano Monastery where St. Clare established her order of nuns, the Poor Clares, and also where she died.  Bishop Don shared these facts about St. Clare with us:  She was born in a noble family whose plan for her was to marry a noble man.  Then Clare saw Francis acting out the Gospel in a radical way and she snuck out of the house and met Francis who cut her hair and helped her to make her consecration.  According to legend, her family came to get her to bring her back home but as they tried to lift her she became very heavy and they weren't able to move her.  

Bishop Don commented that it might be easy to criticize her family for their unhappiness about Clare's decision to become a consecrated nun but her family was much like the parents in the 1960's whose kids became hippies.  In a way, Francis and Clare were like those hippies but in a religious context.  And, as is true even today, sometimes parents can be the biggest obstacles to religious life.

Regarding San Damiano, Bishop Don said that while Francis was out evangelizing, Clare was here praying.  There is a story regarding Saracen soldiers who came to attack Assisi.  All of the nuns were in terror but St. Clare bravely took the monstrance containing the Holy Eucharist and carried it to the window at the top of the monastery where she blessed the Saracens with it and they all fled.

Before she died, she was too sick to get out of bed so the Mass miraculously appeared on the wall of her cell.  Because of this she was made patroness of television.

The order of Poor Clares is very austere and due to that austerity Pope Innocent IV only approved her order two days before she died.  When we made our way through the monastery, we climbed steep steps that led to a large, bare room, the very room where St. Clare carried the monstrance to deter the Saracens.  It was this room, on beds of nothing more than straw, that St. Clare and her sisters slept. After so many hundreds of years, the building itself maintains its austerity.

The Courtyard at San Damiano Monastery as viewed from the room where the nuns slept

With the time that we had free to explore I wanted to look for a St. Francis holy card for a sweet little friend of mine from church.  I mentioned this to Bishop Hying when we had finished lunch and he suggested that we go back to the Basilica of St. Francis and look in their gift shop so that our purchase would support the church.  So Paul and I took his advice and we began our adventuous journey.  Now I've always prided myself on my sense of direction, but I think that St. Francis was trying to shake some of that pride off my soul, because I insisted that I knew the way to the Basilica but I only succeeded in getting Paul and I lost.  Luckily, Paul's sense of direction is not askew and he was able to get us to the Basilica, but not before we discovered a little hidden treasure.  

We found an intriguing staircase and couldn't resist exploring.  At the bottom we were surprised to discover the birthplace of St. Francis himself!  The small room has been made into a church and the door was open for visiting.

the steps leading to St. Francis birthplace

The Oratory of San Francesco

                    

After our brief visit to the oratory we continued on our way through the winding. twisting roads of Assisi.  We stopped at one of the many restaurants for our first Italian gelato.  The pistachio and lemon were both divine!  Paul and I were a little amused when we heard the Beatles singing "Love Me Do" on the gelato shop's radio.  As our time in Italy continued we found that it was a common occurrence to hear American rock music like Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water" and Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name" playing inside many gelato shops and gift shops.  I suspect that Italy caters a bit too much to the tourists.  In actuality we would have preferred to hear authentic Italian music playing at the shops we visited instead of American music!

We eventually found the Basilica of St. Francis and there was Bishop Don standing in the upper church praying with the frescoes!  We were surprised to see that he had gotten there so quickly as we had left the restaurant before he did.  He must have taken the direct path while we were wandering the long way!

On our wayward excursion to find the Basilica of St. Francis

When we arrived back in the village we had just enough time to stop inside the Santa Maria Sopra Minerva before our bus took us back to the hotel. The exterior of the church seemed very out of place in Assisi and the explanation is that it was actually an ancient temple of the Roman Goddess of wisdom, Minerva, having been built in the first century right over her burial place.  Over time the temple was abandoned and when restored was used as a church and then a prison and then a church again.

From Sacred Destinations:  "In 1539, Pope Paolo III, making a visit to Assisi, ordered the Temple of Minerva to be completely restored and dedicated to the Virgin Mary, queen of true wisdom. The temple then took the name of Santa Maria sopra Minerva (St. Mary over Minerva). In 1613, the bishop of Assisi donated Santa Maria sopra Minerva to the friars of the Third Regular Order of St. Francis."

When we stepped inside the church we found another group of pilgrims praying the Divine Mercy Chaplet and they welcomed us to pray with them.  How amazing it was to pray inside of a church with a 2000 year history!

Our next stop:  Siena!

Santa Maria Sopra Minerva

High Altar inside the Santa Maria Sopra Minerva

some of the reasons I fell in love with Assisi

I really got a kick out of the shutters and how they opened halfway to let in air and light

Of course we had to take a picture of the chef!

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St. Francis Preaches to the Birds

A dear friend of mine recently gave me a generous and thoughtful gift; a beautiful golden embossed picture of St. Francis of Assisi preaching to the birds.  After hanging it in a place of honor in my home, I spent some time learning about the story behind the picture so as to enhance my prayer whenever I would look upon it.  I came across the words that St. Francis spoke to the feathered creatures and found them to be not only very touching but also a great source of inspiration to prayers of thanksgiving.  He said:

"My little sisters, the birds, much bounden are ye unto God, your Creator, and always in every place ought ye to praise Him, for that He hath given you liberty to fly about everywhere, and hath also given you double and triple rainment; moreover He preserved your seed in the ark of Noah, that your race might not perish out of the world; still more are ye beholden to Him for the element of the air which He hath appointed for you; beyond all this, ye sow not, neither do you reap; and God feedeth you, and giveth you the streams and fountains for your drink; the mountains and valleys for your refuge and the high trees whereon to make your nests; and because ye know not how to spin or sow, God clotheth you, you and your children; wherefore your Creator loveth you much, seeing that He hath bestowed on you so many benefits; and therefore, my little sisters, beware of the sin of ingratitude, and study always to give praises unto God."

Now as another year comes to a close I find a fair share of difficulties and worries, not only in my own personal life but also in the common life of our country and world, that are sure to cross the threshold of tomorrow and remain for quite a while, and my heart and soul feel weighted with sorrow and frustration.  It's hard to fly with the freedom of the winged birds when the heaviness of heartache holds me back.

So I gaze upon that lovely image of holy St. Francis and I imagine him speaking to me like he spoke to the birds, reminding me to always thank God my creator for my many blessings-for my family, my home, my job, my health, my friends, my faith.  And realizing that I am greatly blessed, I understand that God will always see to it that all of my spiritual and material needs are met, that I will have just enough but not too much, that He will always be with me in all times, places and situations and that His love is strong enough to billow me up as I strive to take flight toward His will for me regardless of how weary I may become, and for that I give thanks and praise to God.

(listen to  St. Francis Preaches to the Birds by Franz Liszt)

Bearing the Wounds

Ever since the Feast of St. Francis of Assisi on October 4th, a quote has been running through my mind; it comes from my dear friend, Fr. Jim Kubicki, SJ, and is in regards to the stigmata which marked the body of St. Francis.

"All of us are called to bear in our bodies the wounds of Christ. They may be wrinkles of parents who worry about their children, or bodies worn out from laboring to support our families. The marks of love, visible or invisible, should be there in those who bear the name Christian and who witness through their love to the love of God."

And then, this week, one of my favorite blogs, Just A Minute ran a beautifully heartfelt story about the illness of a loved one. It moved me deeply and exemplified Fr. Jim's quote so perfectly. I encourage you to visit Jenny's blog and read and reflect upon her lovely words in "He Suffers."

Faith-Filled Weekend

Whew! This past weekend flew by like a 747! But it's all good, because God was definitely in every minute of that flight.

I had the chance to spend the day with my four sons and a few friends on Saturday. It was the annual "Fire on the Hill St. John Bosco Youth Day" rally at Holy Hill Basilica in Hubertus, WI. This faith-filled day of music and speakers for teens set our hearts on fire, blazing like the bonfire that warmed us up in the 40 degree weather. But nothing could warm us like time spent confessing our sins and spending an hour in Eucharistic Adoration followed by Mass with Fr. Stan Fortuna.

In his homily, Fr. Stan was explaining how we can better understand what God's will is for us in this world. He said that the only way that we can hope to understand how God is working in our lives is to "turn it around." Instead of hoping to UNDERSTAND, we should be trying to STAND UNDER. Then he lifted the crucifix from the altar and held it over his head to show us that we are to stand under the cross, like Mary, and it is there where we will find God and realize how we are called to serve Him in this world.

Sunday afternoon, my family and I stood along a busy highway holding "Abortion Kills Children" signs for our local Life Chain in honor of Respect Life Sunday. Nine-year-old Mary kept us entertained by making up pro-life songs with lyrics like "You can stop abortion, yes you can!"

As the weather continues to be chilly in my part of the world, I was glad to sit down for a cup of coffee after that with a young girl who is preparing for her Confirmation this Spring and who has asked me to be her Sponsor. What a joy and an honor it is to be considered worthy to form the faith of someone who is serious about her relationship with the Lord!


Finally, St. Augustine parish is within walking distance of my home and they held a Transitus Service last night in honor of St. Francis of Assisi. I had never heard of Transitus before, so I was intrigued to learn more. My daughter, Mary, and I walked over and were pleased to take part in a solemn service in honor of this great saint! Mary noticed that the service began a lot like the Easter Vigil, in darkness. After Archbishop Listecki gave his homily, the pastor of the parish read the story of the passing of St. Francis from this life to the next while the altar candles were extinguished, one by one, leaving only one flame burning to represent the light of Christ that St. Francis reflected in this world. Then, from that one candle, every candle in church was lit. It was both beautiful and joyous!

And now, I am glad to land again on a normal Monday at work so that I can catch my breath from all of last weekend's excitement!