Assisi
			By Sean Gallagher
			(See a photo gallery for this post) 
			
St. Francis of Assisi  and his female counterpart, St. Clare, are mysterious people—something  befitting of the saints.
			On the one hand, they’re people around whom we feel  comfortable.  They’re down-to-earth.  Their idealism appeals to our inherent  ambition for the good.  But they also  seem very accepting of human weakness.
			On the other hand, they’re people who, if we contemplate  them for any length of time, make us feel uncomfortable.  In their radical way of life built on Gospel  values, they reveal the many shams in our own.
			Ultimately the mysterious paradox in these saints and in  them all is rooted in the mystery of Christ.   The saints show Christ to us and we are both attracted and  repelled.  Which force (toward or away) we  finally choose will make all the difference.
			These things were on my mind as the archdiocesan pilgrimage  approached Assisi  this morning.  As we wound our way  through the hills of Umbria,  I considered how the beauty of the countryside of the region could easily lead  a spiritually sensitive man like Francis to discern the hand of God in the  splendor of creation.
			I felt even more convinced of this 18 years ago in my first  visit to Assisi.  At that time, my group approached the town  from the north and drove around the large Lake Transimeno.  The beauty of the wooded hills and the  serenity of the lake were, at the time, a powerful one-two punch that took my  breath away.  Even now I can recall with  ease the beauty of that drive.  Today’s  approach to the town, while not as dramatic, was still quite charming.
			After taking our lunch there, we split up into small groups  for a walking tour of the hillside town.   After being in Rome for several days, Assisi was a pleasant  change.  In Rome, one is constantly bombarded with flashy  images—whether it is in the endless graffiti and posters or the opulence of  Counter-Reformation churches.
			In Assisi,  on the other hand, one is simply met with hilly streets, old stone buildings,  and churches that, while featuring many images, are not garish in any way and  that, in any case, easily lead one, or at least myself, into an attitude of  prayer.
			This meditative attitude was reinforced for me by the fact  that photography of all kinds was prohibited in three of the four churches I  visited—the Church of St. Clare, the Basilica of St. Francis, and the Church of  Our Lady of the Angels, which houses the Portiuncula, the small church that  Francis physically rebuilt after responding to Christ’s call to “rebuild my  church.”
			My wife and I also visited Santa Maria  sopra Minerva in Assisi,  where photography was permitted.  A  kindly friar there gave my wife and I an impromptu spiritual explanation of  this relatively tiny church whose façade is made up of what was part of a first  century B.C. Roman temple to Minerva.
			He quickly, but not in a rushed manner, showed us how the  paintings in the church exhort us to choose that attracting force in the  saints, that force that leads us to embrace the virtues that, through grace,  will lead us to our ultimate goal:  heaven.  It’s the kind of explanation of a church that  I felt was very appropriate for a pilgrimage
			I did take a couple of photos at Our Lady of the Angels  before learning that this wasn’t permitted there.  I was also allowed to take photos at the  lower church in the Basilica of St. Francis while our pilgrimage Mass was being  celebrated.  The photos I took in these  places and throughout the town can viewed in this post’s photo gallery.
			So having my camera at my side instead of in my hands helped  me appreciate more the many opportunities for prayer.  This happened when I knelt before the  original San Damiano crucifix at the Church   of St. Clare.  Also housed there were many personal effects  of both Clare and Francis.  And, of  course, the crypt of this church also holds the remains of St. Clare.
			The Giotto frescoes at the Basilica of St. Francis were  beautiful to behold.  All around both the  upper and lower churches, we’re faced with a man, not unlike you and me, who  experienced a great conversion and embraced that grace with his whole  self.  And the more that he did that, the  more that Christ shone through him until he bore the marks of Christ in his own  body.
			The reminders of Francis and Clare in all of these places,  and the life of Francis as it was shown to me in some small way in the friar at  Santa Maria sopra Minerva, all made much more real and concrete for me those  thoughts that I had as we approached the town:   the mystery of holiness, the mystery of Christ himself, that is found in  real human circumstances in the lives of the saints.
			Tomorrow will be our last full day in Italy.  So far we’ve visited the homes of the  country’s two co-patrons:  Catherine of  Siena and Francis of Assisi.  And we’ve  witnessed the canonizing of the Church’s four newest saints.
			This pilgrimage, then, has been one marked by the  saints.  Tomorrow will be no  different.  After attending a Wednesday  audience with the pope in St. Peter’s Square and after the celebration of our  daily pilgrimage Mass, some of the pilgrims will visit Monte Cassino, the home  of St. Benedict, the co-patron of Europe and  founder of western monasticism.
			Others, including my wife and I, will stay in Rome.  We hope to visit a catacomb, the resting  place of many martyrs from the earliest days of the Church.  We might also return to St. Peter’s to visit  its crypt, filled with the earthly remains of some saintly popes and one whose  sanctity, while not yet officially recognized by the Church, seems apparent to  millions of Catholics and non-Catholics alike around the world—Pope John Paul  II.
			Posted by Sean Gallagher at 7:20 p.m. on Monday, October 16, 2006