Saturday, March 11, 2017

St. Frances of Rome - Feast Day March 9

St Frances of Rome was born into a noble Roman family in 1384. At the age of 12 she married another Roman noble, Lorenzo Ponziani. She would have preferred to become a nun, but obeyed her father and became an exemplary wife and the mother of three children.


The Ponziani palace was in the Trastevere section of Rome, and just around the corner was the little church of San Francesco a Ripa. This church had been given in 1212 to St Francis by the Roman lady Giacoma di Settesoli (Brother Jacoba), who in 1226 was present at the death of the Poverello. By 1414 at least, the adjoining friary was one of 34 belonging to the Observant reform movement in the First Order of St. Francis, which was begun in 1368 by Brother Paul or Paoluccio of Trinci and in the following century was promoted by such saints as St Bernardin and St John Capistran.
It was at San Francesco a Ripa that Frances Ponziani was received into the Third Order of St Francis; and one of the priests there, Father Bartholomew Bondi, became her spiritual director.
Living at the Ponziani palace with St Frances of Rome was Vanozza, the wife of her oldest brother. She too had entertained thoughts of entering a convent before her marriage, and she joined Frances in her works of piety and charity. Together they spent hours of prayer in a disused attic or an old summer cottage in the garden.

At seventeen, St Frances of Rome gave birth to her first son, John Baptist; and shortly afterwards her mother-in-law died. Frances was then placed in charge of the household; and she carried out her duties, not only efficiently, but also in a genuinely Christian manner.
During a famine she gave away corn to the poor so lavishly that her husband began to object. When he went to the empty granary, however, he found it miraculously filled with forty measures of wheat "so shining and so full...that it seemed as though it had been raised in Paradise and reaped thee by angels..."

St Frances also gave wine to any who asked, finally using the last cask filled with wine in the cellar. Finally, it was found empty when her annoyed father-in-law sought a glass of wine for himself. He raved at the saint, telling her she was bringing privation upon them to feed strangers. Frances asked her family to have faith, and walked to the cellar with them. She turned the spigot on the cask and wine began to flow - the best wine any of them had ever tasted. Now the father-in-law changed his tune, saying:
"Oh, my dear child, dispose henceforward of everything I possess, and multiply without end those alms that have gained you such favor in God's sight!"

Rome was invaded in 1410; and during the civil war which followed, a series of calamities befell the Ponziani family. Lorenzo, who fought with the papal troops, was wounded; and after St Frances had nursed him to health, he went back to the war.
John Baptist, the oldest son, was taken hostage, and did not return until peace was restored. A plague followed in the wake of the war, and Frances' second son and a daughter died of the disease.
The peasants from the wasted Ponziani farm came to St Frances, begging for food. Frances heroically devoted herself to the care of the sick, the starving, and the dying, and organized a group of Roman ladies to assist her in this work. For a time she too was stricken by the plague, but after she was suddenly cured she at once resumed her works of charity.

After his death, Frances' second son appeared to her and brought her an archangel to take the place of her guardian angel. The archangel's light was visible to her so that she could read by it. When she committed a slight fault, the archangel would hide himself, and his light would not shine again until she had made an act of contrition.
Shortly after his return, John Baptist married a flighty young lady, who took a strong dislike to St Frances. But in the midst of one of her tempers, she was afflicted with a strange illness; and after Frances' hand calmed and cured her, she became a changed person. Frances placed the household in her care, and devoted herself henceforth entirely to works of charity in the city.

In 1425, St Frances of Rome and a half dozen other Roman ladies, her companions, were clothed as oblates of St Benedict. This apparently did not cancel her membership in the Third Order; for, at this time she and Vanozza made a pilgrimage to Assisi, walking the one hundred miles from Rome to the city of St Francis. Near Assisi St Francis himself appeared to them, and provided the hungry and thirsty pilgrims with fresh, juicy pears by striking a wild pear tree with his stick.
In 1433, after Lorenzo's death, St Frances of Rome and her companions founded a religious community of Oblates. There they worked and prayed for the Holy Father and the peace of Rome, for the city was once more in turmoil.

Returning to this convent after a visit to her sick son, St Frances suddenly became ill and was taken back to the Ponziani palace. There she died after seven days, on March 9, 1440.
The tomb of St Frances was opened some months after her death, and besides finding the saint incorrupt, her body gave off a delightful fragrance. In 1638 her tomb was opened again, but on this occassion only the bones of the saint remained.
Pope Paul V canonized Frances in 1608. Her tomb is beneath the high altar in the crypt of the Roman church which is now called Santa Francesca Romana in her honor. She is honored as the principal patron of all Benedictine oblates, but she is also one of the greatest saints who wore the habit of the Third Order of St Francis.
*from: The Franciscan Book of Saints, ed. by Marion Habig, ofm.



Thursday, February 07, 2013

Reverence for the Lord

 
I reverence God when

I accept His direction in my life.

I reverence Him when

I turn to Him in times of strife.

 

I reverence God when

I bend and stoop to help the poor.

I reverence Him when

I forgive and wipe out an old score.

 

I reverence God

By my actions and my speech

Spreading his message of love and mercy

That’s how I teach

 

I reverence God when

I bring joy and laughter

Especially to the ones

That I look after.

 

You see reverence for God

Is not only relegated to when we worship

But even to all those times

We choose not to gossip.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Spiritual Resolutions


Spiritual Resolutions

 
I had stopped making New Year resolutions
A long time ago
Especially the typical ones of exercising more
And to look at the things I needed to forgo.

It seemed that I was committed
And very anxious at the start
Only to feel frustrated as soon
As February came to reveal how I missed the mark

I’ve come to the realization
That I cannot do anything by myself
Especially when God’s will has been omitted
I feel like I have nothing left.

This year I need to pay attention
To the prayer I pray each day
The one that he taught us
That will guide us on His way.

I need to let go
So that His will may be done
It is only through this that
Yes, here on Earth His Kingdom will come.

I need His help to change
For He’s always given us a choice
I will vow to spend more time in prayer
For it’s in silence that I’ll hear His voice.

I often hear it mentioned
What is said in John 3:16
This year my focus will be
To get a greater understanding
Of what this passage means.

 

Monday, December 24, 2012

Christmas Bells


Written in 1864 by Longfellow, the poem Christmas Bells has as much meaning now as then.

 

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
    And made forlorn
    The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
    “For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

Monday, December 10, 2012

Feeling a Loss at Christmas


Christmas can be a period of divine testing, especially for those who have lost a loved one and with this in mind we shouldn’t forget the reassurances of he who speaks to us in the name of God. Believe and hope. As Padre Pio said, “With faith and hope you will arm yourself in order to sustain the struggle in which the heavenly Father’s goodness has involved you. With faith and hope, you will not be without the sweet nectar of love, which unites us more and more to the Supreme Good.”

Please pray

Help me not to waste sufferings in rebellion and self-pity. Today, Lord, I offer you all the pains, toil, and anxieties I experience, (as well as the joys and the beauty of this lovely day) in order that, united to your work of redemption, they may benefit souls, including my own, and hasten the coming of your kingdom.