St. Francis of Assisi resonates with me as someone whose simplicity and passion are attractive yet often misunderstood.
Growing up in the budding days of today's global capitalist economy, his entrepreneurial father made his way as a cloth merchant. This meant frequent travel and meetings with wealthy families. His son's name is a strong hint that his father was drawn to French culture. As the heir apparent, Francis "should" have continued his father's hard work. Perhaps the Bernardone name would be established as a luxury brand to this day. After several false starts, Francis "foolishly" rejected his father's plans. With the benefit of 800 years of hindsight, it seems his spiritual investment in a new brotherhood paid off handsomely. Therefore, I call him "The Richest Man in Assisi."
I started this blog in the wake of entering full communion with the Catholic Church. The old posts you find here were written by a different person who needed a great deal of maturing. Bear that in mind if you read any of my old posts.
Like reading tree rings to divine the climate and stresses to which an old tree was exposed, the (in)frequency of my posts reveals my years of singlehood, to marriage, to having young children. Through those years, I've always had this blog in the back of my mind, especially when feeling the desire to "preach." I feel a connection to St. Francis in that way, although I haven't submitted myself (yet) to ordination and therefore my preaching shall by confined to this online "chapel."
I found your blog via a comment on offthewire. I agree totally about sloth! Ideas keep pouring out of me into a rusty bucket full of holes. If only I'd just fix up my bucket.
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I found your blog via a comment on offthewire.
I agree totally about sloth! Ideas keep pouring out of me into a rusty bucket full of holes. If only I'd just fix up my bucket.
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