Not long after his return to
Assisi, whilst Francis was
praying before an ancient
crucifix in the forsaken wayside
chapel of St. Damian’s below the town, he
heard a voice saying: “Go, Francis, and repair my
house, which as you
see is falling into ruin.” Taking this behest literally, as referring to the ruinous
church wherein he
knelt, Francis went to his
father’s shop, impulsively bundled together a load of coloured drapery, and mounting his horse hastened to
Foligno, then a mart of some importance, and there sold both horse and stuff to procure the money needful for the restoration of St. Damian’s. When, however, the
poor priest who officiated there refused to receive the gold thus gotten, Francis flung it from him disdainfully. The elder Bernardone, a most niggardly
man, was
incensed beyond measure at his son’s conduct, and Francis, to avert his
father’s wrath, hid himself in a cave near St. Damian’s for a whole month. When he emerged from this place of concealment and returned to the town, emaciated with hunger and squalid with dirt, Francis was followed by a hooting rabble, pelted with mud and stones, and otherwise mocked as a
madman. Finally, he was dragged home by his
father, beaten, bound, and locked in a dark closet. .