On Friday, my Mystics, Philosophers, Saints and Sinners: Studies In The Roman Catholic Tradition Professor took our class on a day trip to Assisi. The picturesque hills are amazing, the air fresh and fragrant, the history rich. The tranquil atmosphere of Assisi contrasts completely with the bustle of daily life in Rome. With so much ancient history, it is easy to forget that the Eternal City is a metropolis complete with smelly car fumes and garbage littered sidewalks. And while the pace of life in Rome is more laid back than that of any U.S. city, the atmosphere is remarkably more casual in Assisi. The whole town seems at peace. It is said that St. Francis of Assisi has watched over his town since the time of his death in 1226—protecting it from destruction and change. Assisi even managed to stay away from World War II bombings.
Assisi
First we toured San Damiano, a small church built in the 12th century. The church acted as the first monastery of the Order of Saint Clare, and is the site where she established her community and following. We were then taken to various churches in Assisi including the ancient Temple of Minerva, which is now home to the church Santa Maria sopra Minerva. From there we visited Rocca Maggiore, an enormous castle built by Cardinal Albornoz in 1367. The views from the top of the castle were absolutely incredible and it almost felt like we could see the curve of Earth’s sphere. The highlight of the trip though was the visit to Basilica of Saint Francesco d’Assisi where the tomb of the beloved saint is housed.
In front of Saint Clare statue at San Damiano
Basilica of San Francesco d’Assisi
Recently my Godfather passed away. He was my father’s best friend, his brother. I called him Uncle. If ever asked, my father would describe Uncle Louie as the embodiment of Saint Francis, a saint remembered for the compassion he gave to the poor, the sick and the wounded. Francis generously offered his love to all humans and all animals.
Uncle Louie shared the same outlook on life. He was kind and selfless. He opened his door to an endless amount of stray animals. He took in people who had nowhere to go. He cared for his family deeply and extended that love to strangers who were in need of guidance.
When I walked into the chamber where Saint Francis is buried, I felt as if Uncle Louie were smiling down upon me. I said a prayer for him at the site of the tomb, and thanked him for being such a dear friend to my father.
Statue of St. Francis staring at his birthplace
Rocca Maggiore Castle
I probably would not have gone to Assisi on my own, but now I cannot imagine anyone NOT going to the town when visiting Italy. If you ever have the chance to visit the most peaceful town on Earth, you absolutely must.
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