1
NATIVITY
And while they were there, the time came for her to be delivered. And she gave birth to her first-born son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
LUKE 2:6â7
PICA was nearing the end of her term. Her friends and the women of the neighborhood tended to her in her home joyfully as they all looked forward to the birth of her first child. Her husband, Pietro, was away in France on business. Yet when the expected day arrived and passed, the women became anxious and began to fear for Picaâs health.
Then a strange pilgrim came to the door of her house with a mysterious message for the young expectant mother from Provençal, France: she would be able to give birth only in a stable.1 So Pica was taken to the family horse stable next to the house where, among an ox and a donkey, she immediately gave birth to a son.2
When Pica, a pious and gentle woman, looked at her son, she immediately knew what to name him. A childâs name in that era was very important, as a name would influence oneâs entire life. Pica was attuned to the ways of God and she knew in her heart that her son would do great things for God.
She would name her firstborn son after the Baptistâan ascetic and herald of the messiah. As if a prophecy, she gave him the name John, which means âGod is gracious.â3 Pica took her son to the cathedral of Assisi near the remains of Assisiâs patron saint, San Rufino, and had him baptized there at the baptistery.4 Francis would be baptized within a particular local church in the line of great saints.5
However, when Picaâs husband came back from France, he refused to call his son after a desert preacher-hermit who dressed in a tunic, drank from streams, and ate locusts and wild honey (see Mt 3:4). Pietro was religious, but he was accustomed more to the ways of the world than to the ways of God. He declared, instead, that his firstborn son would be named Francis after his favorite country, France.6
In this way, his sonâs name would pay homage to the great country where he had made his fortune buying extravagant clothes and garments. His son would not bear the name of a poor penitent; instead, he would be named in honor of wealth, grandiosity, and commerce. His father, too, believed that his son would do great things; however, his son would be a worldly prince, not a spiritual one.
Francis indeed grew up intelligent and was given numerous natural talents and gifts. Yet his character was proud and he was known to be self-serving. He was crowned âLord of the Merrymakersâ and he often caroused about the city of Assisi reveling and singing with his boisterous companions late into the night without a care in the world.
Francis often presided over great festivals and banquets for his friends, offering everyone fine foods and wines, sensual perfumes, magnificent clothes, expensive decorations, charming music, and dancing. He was a spendthrift, always buying and dressing in the best clothes.7 Sometimes his father remonstrated with his son for his extravagant ways and the townspeople criticized him for spending more than his social position should have permitted.
Francis followed his father in his business profession as a merchant. However, he was more good-natured and generous with others, unlike his father, who was known to be miserly. In fact, Francis believed that his family had more than enough, which is why he was always giving wealth away with an open hand to the poor who asked.8
He was often magnanimous, courteous, generous, and elegant. In fact, at times, the townspeople recognized his greatness of spirit and good manners. Indeed, young Francisâ popularity spread throughout the city so much that everyone who knew him believed that he would one day be something greatâlike a prince.
His mother, however, knew in her heart that he was destined to greatness of spirit. She said, as another prophecy, âWhat do you think this son of mine shall become? You will see that he shall merit to become a son of God.â9
One day, it happened that a poor man was going through the streets of Assisi begging when he came upon Francis. Beggars were everywhere then, as it did not take much to become poor. It only took a serious fall or injury, disease, oneâs shop burning down, or a bad harvest. As soon as this man saw Francis, he spread his garment on the ground before him and exclaimed to all who were within earshot, âFrancis is worthy of reverence and he is destined to do great things in the near future. He will be magnificently honored by all!â10
Francis was not yet attuned to the ways of God, and he did not understand the meaning of this poor manâs prophecy. He had been told his entire life that he would do great things. Francis believed this prophecy was a fulfillment of his childhood dreamâto become a knight.
2
WAR
They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks.
ISAIAH 2:4
IT was November 1202. The sun was just rising behind Mount Subasio in the east.1 FrancisâAssisiâs most promising citizenâwas already awake before the bells rang. He had hardly slept, so great was his excitement.
The drums of war were beating, and Assisi was at it again with neighboring Perugia. The twenty-year-old son of Pietro di Bernardone heard that drumbeat, too, and was thrilled to be part of it. That day he would take up arms and fight in the Assisian army against Perugia, prove his valor on the battlefield, and become a knight!
Francis got out of bed and splashed water quietly on his arms and face as he tried not to wake his younger brother, Angelo. He looked out the narrow window of his bedroom in his fatherâs middle-class home and gazed up the hill toward the Cathedral of San Rufino. He could see some of the great tower-like houses of the nobility still standing.
Known as the Majores (Majors) of Assisi, they lived up the slopes of Mount Subasio in upper Assisi. Most of their fortresses had been razed to the ground four years earlier during Assisiâs civil war when the Minores rose up against them. Francis had taken part in that battle, as well, when his father and brotherâand the other middle-class merchant families known as the Minorsâfought against them.
Francis had been looking up in that direction his entire life, dreaming of becoming a knight. Since the civil war, most of the knights were gone now. But as a boy, they had always fired Francisâ imagination with their proud coat of arms ostentatiously displaying their family heritage over the heavy, wooden doors. He had been impressed by the noblemen and knights decked out in their fine leather gloves, boots, cloaks, colorful hose, and swords. As they moved through the streets, people got out of their way.
He had observed the extraordinarily beautiful noble women who were always dressed in fine gowns and jewels. None of the nobility lifted a hand in their houses or fields; their servants and beasts did all the manual labor. Today it would finally happen. He was going to become one of themâa great prince!
As Francis descended the stairs, he glanced through the window on the opposite side of the house down toward the valley. In the distance, he could see the peasants hard at work in the fields. Francisâ grandfather, Bernard...