He was smart, rich, and handsome. He lived the life of a party-boy when he was young. He rebuilt an old church. He founded monasteries, but preferred a secluded lifestyle, living in caves and conversing with animals. Though his story sounds very similar to St. Francis of Assisi, this holy many predates the founder of the Franciscan order by centuries.
My husband and I went to the Saturday night vigil Mass this weekend and the gospel was a familiar one: the parable of the weeds among the wheat (Mt 13:24-43). The servants ask the master-- "didn't you sow good seed? Where did the weeds come from?" He tells them, "An enemy has done this." The... Continue Reading →