We know more of Francis than of any other medieval saint. We have his own words, his Rule, Testament, letters, poems, and liturgical writings. As well the accounts of several of his disciples, written within twenty years after his death. Francis captured the imagination of his contemporaries as well as modern men by his simplicity and pure grace of spirit.
Baptized John Bernardone his Father a wealthy cloth merchant nicknamed Francesco. By his own account Francis lived a wild life and selfish life as a youth.
He and his young friends went to war for the Pope against the Germans. During the campaign Francis was captured imprisioned and fell ill. On his return to Assisi he experienced a time of deep spiritual crisis during which he was quietly searching for something worthy of his complete devotion.
While out Riding one day in the plains below Assisi, he encountered a leper whose condition horrorifid Francis. Overcoming his revulsion he kissed the hand. This was a turning point in his life.
He started visiting hospitals, especially the refuge for lepers, which most persons avoided. While praying in the little church of St. Damian outside the walls of Assisi, he felt the eyes of the Christ on the crucifix gazing at him and heard a voice saying three times, "Build my Church My house, which you see is in ruins." The building, he observed, was old and ready to fall.
Convinced he had now found the right path, Francis went home and took cloth out of his father's warehouse and sold it, together with the horse that carried it, brought the money to the poor priest of St. Damian's church, and asked if he might stay there. His father pursued him to St. Damian’s and angrily declared that he must either return home or renounce his share in his inheritance-and pay the purchase price of the horse and the goods he had taken as well. Francis made no objection to being disinherited.
Cut off from his family he began a strange new life. He roamed the highways, singing God's praise. When he returned to St. Damian's the priest welcomed him, and Francis now began in earnest to repair the church, begging for building stones in the streets of Assisi and carrying off those that were given him. He labored with the masons in the actual reconstruction, and, by the spring of 1208, the church was once more in good condition. Next he repaired an old chapel dedicated to St. Peter. By this time many other youg people of Assisi had joined him in the restoration and care of the poor.
On the feast of St. Matthias, in 1209, the way of life he was to follow was revealed to him. The Gospel appointed for this day was Matthew 10 : 7-19: And going, preach, saying The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.... Freely have you received, freely give. Take neither gold nor silver nor brass in your purses . . . nor two coats nor shoes nor a staff.... Behold I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves.... These words suddenly became Christ's direct charge to him.
He cast off his shoes, staff, and leathern girdle, but kept his rough woolen coat, which he tied about him with a rope. This was the habit he gave his friars the following year. In this garb he went to Assisi the next morning and began to speak to the people he met on the shortness of life, the need of repentence, and the love of God. His salutation to those he passed on the road was, "Our Lord give you peace."
For a year Francis and his now numerous companions preached among the peasants and helped them in the fields. A brief rule which has not been preserved was drawn up. Apparently it consisted of little more than passages from the Gospel which Francis read to his first followers, with brief injunctions to manual labor, simplicity, and poverty.
Soon the abbot of the Benedictine monastery gave them Portiuncula chapel and the ground on which it stood. On the ground around the chapel the friars quickly built themselves some huts of wood and clay, enclosing them by a hedge. This was the first Franciscan monastery.
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. The early years were a time of training in poverty, mutual help, and brotherly love. The friars worked at their various trades and in the fields of neighboring farmers to earn their bread. When work was lacking, they begged, though they were forbidden to take money. They were especially at the service of lepers, and those who were helpless and suffering.
Francis was reverently in love with all natural phenomena—sun, moon, air, water, fire, flowers; his quick warm sympathies responded to all that lived. His tenderness for and his power over animals were noted again and again. Francis felt that nature, all God's creations, were part of his brotherhood. The sparrow was as much his brother as the pope.
Francis did not try to abolish poverty, he tried to make it holy. 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! But 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 and Cardinal Ugolino drew up a rule for the fraternity of lay men and women who wished to associate themselves with the Friars Minor and follow as best they could the rules of humility, labor, charity, and voluntary poverty, without withdrawing from the world: the Franciscan tertiaries or Third Order. These congregations of lay poeple became a power in the religious life of the late Middle Ages.
Francis' final years were filled with suffering as well as humiliation. As his health was growing worse, he consented to put himself in the hands of the Pope's physician. For two weeks he lost his sight, but finally triumphed over suffering and depression and composed the beautiful, triumphant "Canticle of the Sun," and set it to music.
As the end drew near, Francis sent a last message to Clare and her nuns. While the brothers stood about him singing the "Canticle of the Sun," with the new stanza he had lately given them, in praise of Sister Death, he repeated the one hundred and forty-first Psalm, "I cried to the Lord with my voice; with my voice I made supplication to the Lord." He called for bread and broke it and to each one present gave a piece in token of their love.
Francis died on October 4, 1226 at the age of 45.
complied from numorus sources
graphic: fresco by Giottio