The "Door of the Dead" was blocked with many stones and beams of woods. This infamous door was only used when the dead body of a family member was removed from the house, never to be seen again. Little did the sleeping family members know that this night the one in whom so much hope was placed, the one whose beauty was unparalleled, and the one whose future they carefully planned would "die" a noble death.
Clare (whose name means "light"), the prized eighteen year old daughter of the illustrious Offreduccio's, was to die this night to the world and begin her life anew in Christ. This night would prove to be the night of her Nuptials and the Bridegroom - Jesus Christ - was perfect in every way. This night she would leave the wealth of the world for the poverty that would enrich her soul and a myriad of other souls.
This desire to give herself completely to God began when the Lady Clare saw a strange little man singing and begging for stones so that he might rebuild the Church of San Damiano. He was jeered at, but remained joyful. He was poor, yet seemed so rich. He was in love with Love.
Saint Bonaventure's description of Saint Francis of Assisi sheds light on precisely why even the sight of this little man was enough to inspire a promising young noble lady to abandon a life of ease and pleasure for a life of penance and poverty: "Aroused by all things to the love of God, Saint Francis rejoiced in all the works of the Lord's Hands and from these joy-producing manifestations, he rose to their life-giving principle and cause. In beautiful things he saw Beauty Itself and through his vestiges imprinted on creation he followed his Beloved everywhere, making all things a ladder by which he could climb up and embrace Him Who is utterly desirable."
It was not only the example of Francis that aroused in the Lady Clare the desire to imitate him, but also his words which were so filled with love for God. She had the opportunity to listen to a series of Lenten sermons preached by this troubadour of Christ. His love for the Passion of Christ lit a flame of love within her own soul. It was then that she sought an opportunity to speak with Francis.
Francis gazed at Clare, for the purity of her soul shone in the light of her eyes. With words that proved to be prophetic, the little man said: "You will have to know how to die." The girl pondered his words, then replied: "What do you mean?" Then came the words that were forever inscribed upon her heart: "On the Cross with Christ." Thus the seed was planted within the soul of Saint Clare . . . she became the Little Plant of this Blessed Father.
So it came to be that on Palm Sunday night, the noble girl removed the barriers of the "Door of Death" with knightly strength and bare hands, stone by stone and beam by beam, until at last she reached the bolted door. Her final burst of strength was enough to remove the bolt and the door swung open, free at last. The Lady Clare jumped out of the "Door of the Dead" and thus began the journey that was destined to be a source of light and hope for countless virgins, who would leave all to seek the Divine Bridegroom.
She, who was later known as the "Footprint of the Blessed Virgin Mary", ran with light step and swift pace to the Portiuncula, the Chapel of Santa Maria degli Angeli or Saint Mary of the Angels. This tiny Chapel, which was the beloved dwelling of the Friars and held a very special place in the heart of Our Seraphic Father Saint Francis, was so named because once as four pilgrims passed by that spot, they heard the voices of Angels singing the praises of the Mother of God and her Son.
At the entrance of this blessed Chapel, two Friars or "Knights of Lady Poverty" awaited her with lighted torches. The Lady Clare reverently entered the holy place, where she found the Friars singing the divine praises. As she entered, they intoned the Veni Creator Spiritus. And indeed the Holy Spirit did descend in a powerful way on that most glorious night.
The beauty of Clare's attire and jewels was overshadowed by the beauty of her heart and soul. She knelt with great piety at the Altar of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Mother of Mercy. The Lady Clare was divested of her earthly gems and jewels, in order to be adorned with the precious ornaments that endure unto Eternity: Poverty, Chastity, and Obedience.
Her plush and extravagant embroidered gown was replaced by a coarse tunic. Around her waist was fastened a cord of rough rope and she was divested of her fine satin shoes. Then the humble Francis cut off the platinum locks of hair that adorned the valiant virgin. These locks fell to the floor in such abundance that the ground was covered by what appeared to be spun gold. Finally the long-awaited white veil of chastity covered her shorn head. Over this was placed the coarse black veil of penance.
Such was the beautiful beginning of the Poor Ladies, which would later be known as the Poor Clares. Francis and Clare began on that night an Order that was destined to be a light for all ages. The Divine Bridegroom of the Poor Ladies is the true Hero in this story, along with His noble Mother Mary. They have increased and protected the Order and will continue to do so, even until the end of time.
The Lord has given many proofs that He is the Defender of this Order. Once the Poor Ladies were in dire need of protection, for a fierce battle was raging just outside the enclosure wall. Saint Clare knelt in prayer before the Most Blessed Sacrament. Immediately upon completion of her prayer, the enemy retreated and the voice of a Child answered from the Sacred Host: "I will always watch over you."
The life of all those who follow in the footsteps of Saint Clare are filled with security and peace, for we know that the Divine Child dwells among us in the Most Blessed Sacrament and He will always defend us.
With freedom of soul and simplicity of spirit, we are able to contemplate the truth and wisdom contained in the words of our Seraphic Mother Saint Clare:
"Happy, indeed, is she to whom it is given to share this Sacred Banquet, to cling with all her heart to Him Whose beauty all the Heavenly Hosts admire unceasingly, Whose love inflames our love, Whose contemplation is our refreshment, Whose graciousness is our joy, Whose gentleness fills us to overflowing, Whose remembrance brings a gentle light, Whose fragrance will revive the dead, Whose glorious vision will be the happiness of all the citizens of the Heavenly Jerusalem."
As faithful daughters of Saint Clare, we echo the words of the Royal Psalmist David: "There is one thing I ask of the Lord, for this I long, to live in the House of the Lord all the days of my life, to savor the sweetness of the Lord, to behold His Temple" (Psalm 26:4). |