In Rome Luigi Orione, then seminarian had
seen so many priests and monsignors, several bishops and even cardinals. This highlighted even more the relative
scarcity of clergy in his city of Tortona.
Why not promote vocations among poor people and increase the number of
workers in the Lord's vineyard?
He expressed his thoughts to the bishop. Mgr. Bandi looked at him smilingly and
kindly, but raised a mountain of difficulties.
The seminarian replied that he had thought of all those things, but that
his faith in Providence gave him the courage to try:
"Just your approval and blessing, my
Lord, and all will be well."
"Well, if that is the case, I give you
both," the bishop then said and approved the seminarian's plans in
general. Perhaps he thought that between
saying and doing there would be an ocean to cross.
As soon as he was out of his meeting,
however, he started to work towards the accomplishment of his fine dream.
First of all he had to find a suitable
premise to accommodate the boys. He left
the bishop's palace to begin a tour of reconnaissance and met a youngster,
Luigi Stassano, a pupil of the Salesians.
"Where are you going?" asked the
youngster.
"I'm opening a boarding school, you
know," replied Orione immediately, as if he were taking up the thread of
his thoughts.
"Oh yes? A boarding school?"
"Absolutely."
"Right. I'll change and go there too. Where are you opening it?"
"I'm just going around looking for a
place."
The boy's father, Pasquale Stassano, a
really good type of person and a member of the St. Vincent conference that had
been opened in Tortona by the choirmaster Giuseppe Perosi, had in fact intended
to let out a small house that had belonged to a priest brother of his, in the
San Bernardino district, a kilometre out of Tortona on the way to Genoa. Could he perhaps try that? That was Luigi Stassano's suggestion to the
seminarian Orione, who accepted it with enthusiasm and acted immediately upon
it. Mr. Stassano was not against it but,
however good and willing he considered Luigi Orione to be, he knew that he was
very poor. Consequently, before giving
his word he made an expressive gesture with his hand and asked: "What about money?"
"How much are you asking"
"Four hundred lire per year."
"That's fine," declared the
seminarian.
It seemed the most natural thing in the
world.
But the other, somewhat astonished, did not
really understand.
"But do you have four hundred
lire?"
"Do not doubt. Providence will see to it," was the
reply.
"Okay," answered Stassano who did
not want to deny trust in Providence but proceeded cautiously, "let's
agree to do it this way: if this week you can give me a deposit I will place
the premises at your disposal. If not, I
will be under no obligation."
"Fine."
A small step forward had been taken. For Luigi Orione this was enough to feel
protected by Providence. But the best
was about to happen. Once he left the
Stassano house he walked towards the city with a view to going back to the
cathedral. Hardly had he crossed the
Ossona bridge than a woman's voice called out to him in the Tortona dialect. It was an admirable old lady whom he knew,
Angelina Poggi.
"What are you doing around here?"
"Don't you know? I'm opening a boarding school."
"A boarding school?" repeated the
old lady to whom the news came like manna from Heaven. "Right, I'll be sending my grandson
there."
"Great."
"How much will you be charging?"
"Just a little; very little. Whatever you can give me."
"If I give you four hundred lire, how
long can you keep him?"
Four hundred lire! The exact amount. Luigi Orione's heart was beating more
strongly in gratitude to God. He could
do nothing other than to respond with an act of generosity:
"I'll keep him for the whole of the
high school period."
"Good.
Come home with me and I will give you the money immediately."
The word "chance", if used in
connection with this meeting, would give a totally wrong impression. It was Providence in action, guiding the
steps of the young seminarian and coordinating the different incidents.
Luigi Orione did not wait to be told
twice. He followed that good old lady,
took the four hundred lire that she offered, rushed back to the Stassano's
house, paid the rent for the first year and left for the cathedral holding the
welcome receipt and with a spring in his step.
Then came the reverse of the coin. A sacristan with a discouraging frown tackled
him from afar and said:
"But where have you been all this
time?"
"Did you not know that I am opening a
boarding school?"
"A boarding school indeed. Go and see the bishop right now. He has already sent for you two or three
times."
What could have happened? - thought the
seminarian with his mind in a state of apprehension.
It turned out that a few over-zealous
people, after hearing this great piece of news, had thought it their duty to
let his lordship know of the inevitable failure and unpleasant consequences
that could arise from it to the detriment of the clergy. The bishop, somewhat disturbed, gave in to
this pressure and was persuaded to suspend all approval.
As soon as he saw him, Bishop Bandi said
very severely: "For your
information I am withdrawing my blessing.
I want no more to do with your boarding school."
The poor seminarian was dumbfounded for a
while on hearing this tone of disapproval.
"I am sorry," he then replied
humbly and ashamed, "especially as I had already arranged
everything."
"What?
What?" the bishop burst out, raising himself up a little on his
chair.
Luigi Orione told him of what had happened
immediately after they had been together.
Although he was trying to cast his eyes down through respect, they were
shining.
Once he had finished and had declared that he
was ready to be obedient to his bishop, whom he venerated above all other
authority, Bishop Bandi, freshly convinced and full of emotion, said:
"Kneel down; I am giving you back my blessing."
And he encouraged him to continue.
Without losing any time Luigi Orione set
the date of 15th October for the opening of the new boarding school, which was
then made ready after much intense work during the few days that were
remaining.
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