Sainte Zita
Servante à Lucques (+ 1278)
Une petite vendeuse de légumes qui s'en allait au marché de Lucques pour ses parents. A douze ans, elle fut placée dans une famille comme servante, et ne la quitta plus. Pour ne pas déranger son service, elle se levait plus tôt afin d'aller entendre la sainte messe, jeûnait pour donner aux pauvres une part de sa nourriture, supportait avec patience et sourire les jalousies des autres domestiques qui parfois même la dénonçaient avec calomnie. Sa sainteté fut reconnue après sa mort tant étaient grandes les faveurs que le petit peuple obtenait en lui demandant son intercession.
À Lucques en Toscane, sainte Zita, vierge. Née de parents pauvres, dès l'âge de
douze ans elle vendit des fruits dans les rues et à dix-huit ans elle entra
comme domestique dans la riche famille des Fatinelli et demeura à leur service
avec une patience admirable jusqu'à sa mort.
Martyrologe romain
Bleiglasfenster in der Kirche Saint-Honoré d'Eylau
(Avenue Raymond-Poincaré im 16. Arrondissement von Paris), Darstellung: hl.
Zita. Hersteller des Fensters: Félix
Gaudin nach einem Karton von Raphaël Freida.
Vitrail dû à Félix Gaudin d'après un carton de Raphaël Freida, représentant Sainte Zita, dans l'église Saint-Honoré d'Eylau à Paris (16ème arrdt).
SOURCE : http://missel.free.fr/Sanctoral/04/27.php
Sainte Zite (ou Zita)
Bernardo Strozzi (1581–1644) Le Miracle de sainte Zita
Zita fut élevée par sa mère, une femme vertueuse et très modeste et, dès son plus jeune âge, était douce, modeste et docile à la volonté de Dieu.
Lorsqu’elle eut douze ans, son père l’envoyait régulièrement vendre des fruits à Lucques ; sa gentillesse lui attira une clientèle bienveillante et fidèle dont la famille des Fatinelli qui était une des plus riches de Lucques.
Toute sa vie servante dans cette famille, elle y mena une vie édifiante par ses jeûnes, ses prières et sa bonté.
Zita s’éteignit paisiblement chez les Fatinelli le 27 Avril 1278. On raconte qu’une étoile est apparue au dessus de son lit lorsqu’elle expira.
Il s’opéra sur sa tombe de nombreux miracles dont 150 ont fait l’objet d’un examen critique et de procès verbaux. Exhumé en 1580, on a retrouvé son corps intact.
Canonisée en 1696 par le Pape Innocent XII (Antonio Pignatelli, 1691-1700), elle est devenue la sainte patronne de la ville de Lucques avec, comme attributs, un trousseau de clefs suspendu à sa ceinture et une cruche.
Sainte ZITA
sitita : désirée... Il était porté naguère avec honneur par la dernière impératrice d'Autriche-Hongrie, qui dut s'exiler avec toute sa famille. Au XIIIe siècle, Zita vivait bien loin d'une Cour impériale. Elle est la sainte patronne des gens de maison, comme on disait, pour ne pas dire les domestiques. Fille de pauvres gens, elle devient servante dans la riche famille Fatinellli à Lucques en Toscane, au XIIIe siècle. Elle y restera toute sa vie, pendant presque cinquante ans, bonne à tout faire. Zita deviendra sainte dans le travail et le service quotidien. On disait autrefois cela de nos mères et grand-mères, "se sanctifiant par le devoir d'état", ces femmes usées de travail que notre société appelait des "sans profession".
Zita ne demandait qu'une seule faveur : rejoindre le Christ à la Messe chaque jour. Pour ce faire, elle se levait plus tôt pour pouvoir accomplir tout ce qu'elle avait à faire.
Zita ne vivait pas au 7e ciel, mais au ras du sol ou mieux, en ce temps pascal, au ras des pâquerettes ! Elle était très exacte à tous ses emplois : ses prières, son travail très prenant jusqu'à la tombée de la nuit et son souci d'aider les plus pauvres. Sa manière de vivre ne manquait pas de susciter moqueries et médisances : surtout qu'elle avait coutume de prêter son lit à des femmes sans domicile fixe, dormant elle-même sur le carreau de sa chambrette. Elle supportait avec humour les critiques, allant jusqu'à remercier et embrasser les envieuses. A la fin de sa vie, usée par les tâches ménagères d'une immense maison, elle subira de grandes souffrances, supportées avec la vaillance, la sérénité et la bonne humeur qui furent les dominantes de sa vie. Sainte Zita entra dans la joie de son Maître, recevant la récompense du bon et fidèle serviteur, le 27 avril 1278.
Rédacteur: Frère Bernard Pineau, OP
SOURCE : http://www.lejourduseigneur.com/index.php/Web-TV/Saints/Zita
Benigni, Umberto. "St. Zita." The Catholic Encyclopedia. Vol. 15. New York: Robert Appleton Company, 1912. 15 Mar. 2015<http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/15762a.htm>.
Transcription. This article was transcribed for New Advent by Paul T. Crowley. Dedicated to John and Maureen Crowley.
Also known as
Cita
Sita
Citha
Sitha
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Born to a very poor but
pious family. At age twelve she became a domestic
servant for the wealthy Fainelli family in Lucca, Italy,
a position she kept all her life; she looked at it as a way to serve God. She often
gave her own food, and sometimes that of her master, to those poorer than
herself, which caused her to get in frequent trouble with her employers and the
other servants in
the house who resented her. However, she did such a fine job she was eventually
placed in charge of the house, and entrusted with its keys.
Attended daily Mass before
beginning her duties, and would go to a nearby monastery to pray in private.
Her reputation was such that Dante in the Inferno referred to the
city of Lucca as
“Santa Zita”.
Born
1218 at
Bozzanello, Monte Sagrate, Tuscany, Italy
27 April 1272 at Lucca, Italy of
natural causes
buried in
the church of San Frediano in Lucca
her tomb was re-discovered in 1580
1652 by Pope Innocent
X
during the recognition proceedings, her remains were
found to be incorrupt
the office in her honour approved by Pope Leo X
5 September 1696 by Pope Innocent
XII (cultus
confirmed)
added to the Roman Martyrology in 1748 by Pope Benedict
XIV
domestic
servants (proclaimed by Pope Pius XII)
people
ridiculed for their piety
—
bag
cooking equipment
kitchen equipment
serving
maid with a bag and keys
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A servant is not holy if she is not busy; lazy
people…is fake holiness. – Saint Zita
MLA Citation
“Saint Zita of Lucca“. CatholicSaints.Info. 14
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A Lowly Saint, by E
C Vansittart
Article
“Life does not make us: we make life.”
When we speak of the “saints” we do not always
remember how vast is that great army and from what varied conditions its ranks
are drawn. The saints God has given to His Church are torches raised on high in
the darkness of the ages to illumine those who are battling their way through
this world, examples placed before timid souls to encourage them to follow in
their steps by saying to themselves: “If such as these attained to so much
holiness, why should I not be able to do likewise?”
There is one saint whose name is a household word in
Italy, whose memory is perhaps more widely reverenced and deeply cherished than
that of any other in the land, Santa Zita, the patroness of maid servants.
Every girl going to service, every humble “contadina” in her cottage, knows and
loves the pretty story of Saint Zita, and to an innumerable host of women of
low degree her example has been an inspiring one, and they have faithfully
striven to follow in her steps. Zita was born in the year 1218 at Soccisa, a
village crowning a hill a few miles from the city of Lucca. The spot is still
pointed out on which stood the house of her father – Giovanni Lombardo. He was
a peasant, and her mother, Buonissima, the sister of a hermit named Graziano,
who dwelt on a neighboring mountain where he had built a church with his own
hands, beside erecting a shelter where travellers could pass the night safe
from the wolves which then infested the mountains.
Her name is a corruption of Zitella (maid or virgin).
Of her childhood we know little beyond the fact that she was one of a large
family brought up carefully and religiously by God-fearing parents in a home
which was a happy one save for its poverty, for the times were hard; wars
devastated many parts of Italy, causing want and misery. With courage and
determination far beyond her years, Zita succeeded in inducing her parents to
consent to her seeking service in some opulent household where she would be
able to earn something towards the maintenance of her family. So, driven by
necessity to fly in the face of custom, which condemned the proceeding as
little short of immoral – since to expose a maiden of twelve to the dangers and
risks of the world was surely to sign her sentence of ruin – Giovanni tramped
into Lucca in search of a situation where, though away from the paternal roof,
his little daughter would be safe and well cared for. The wealthiest and most
esteemed family in the town then was that of the Fatinelli, whose head drove a
thriving trade in silk, and whose house stood close to the gate of Saint
Frediano. The family itself was numerous, and the retinue of servants and
dependents a large one, but to Giovanni’s joy, the mistress of the house
consented to receive Zita. We can imagine how, during those last days at home,
her mother would strive to instil wise and loving counsels into her little
daughter’s mind, and how wonderful to the country-bred girl must have ap peared
the medieval town with its fortified towers and encircling walls.
We are told that on their way to her new home she and her
father went into the church of Saint Frediano to seek divine aid and protection
in the new life she was about to enter on. Little could the lowly maiden have
dreamed, as she knelt there, that one day her own body would rest near the
grave of the holy Bishop whose name the church bore, and become a place of
pilgrimage to many devout souls!
So sweet and modest was Zita’s appearance, so willing
and ready was she to obey every behest, that from the first she won the
affections of her masters. According to the pious custom of those times, she
never failed to attend Mass at dawn in the neighboring church, thus sanctifying
the day before her. Respectful towards her superiors, accepting reproof with
good grace, patiently bearing injuries, not easily offended, ever acting the
part of peace-maker, attentive in the performance of her duties, ready to help
all, she closely followed in the steps of the Divine Master Who humbled Himself
even to taking upon Him the form of a servant. It was not easy in those times
for a young girl thrown among a number of rough men and varlets to keep herself
absolutely pure and respected, but silence and prayer were Zita’s safe guard,
and she passed unscathed through all dangers. Her mistress, who looked after
the spiritual as well as the physical well-being of her dependents, let her at
tend school for a year and then put her to be trained under Errichetta, a maid
who had been in the house for several years. And now began Zita’s trials, for
Errichetta, seeing how much she was making herself beloved by all, was seized
by a consuming jealousy and did every thing in her power to bring her pupil
into disfavor. Sometimes she broke things on purpose and gave it out it was the
stupid “contadinella” who had done it; if anything were lost, she accused Zita
of having given it to “her friends, the poor;” if Zita was given an order, she
prevented her carrying it out, and as Zita never defended herself, hoping yet
to win over Errichetta, the truth was not discovered, and the Signora
Fatinelli, who had formed such a high estimate of the little maid, began to
think she had been mistaken, accused her of careless ness and disobedience, and
in the end Zita met with cold looks, harsh words, and severe reprimands. After
this had gone on for several months Errichetta fell dangerously ill, and every
one was surprised to find how well the stupid Zita did the work by herself. She
tended her sick enemy lovingly and her mistress’ eyes were opened, for after a
time Errichetta grew worse, and before her death confessed all she had done in
the past, so that Zita stood out in her true light.
As long as her parents lived she was allowed to go
home once a year for eight days. Her wages she divided into three portions: the
first she sent to her parents; the second she kept for herself; the third she
gave to the poor. As time went on she was more and more trusted; it was to her
the poor had to apply when they came to the house for the remains of food and
the money set aside for them, for her mistress left the distribution in her
hands; she often reserved the greater portion of her own food in order to give
it away to a needy one. With her mistress’ consent, she also visited the sick
poor in their own homes and supplied their needs, for the Signora Fatinelli was
very compassionate and charitable herself. There was a small room separated
from the rest of the house and entered by a private door; this was placed at
Zita’s disposal, and at night-fall she would, with her mistress’ permission,
steal out and seek some poor fallen woman, lost on the public highway, and
offer her supper. So persuasive was her manner that she would rarely meet with
a refusal. Leading her guest to the simple chamber, which contained a bed,
after providing her with food she would invite her to spend the night there,
saying: “Sister, the hour is late, there are perils without; will you not sleep
here?” Not knowing how to refuse, the strange guest would awkwardly accept, and
Zita would remain in prayer by her side. More powerful than words were such
prayers, and many an unhappy one would break down, and after relating her sad
history, cry: “Oh! Zita! good Zita! pray for me!” Many an one, after spending
the night in that quiet chamber and accompanying Zita to the early Mass at dawn
at Saint Frediano, dated the commence ment of a new and better life from that
day. Nor was it any wonder that her mistress had sufficient confidence in Zita
to grant her such unusual privileges, for she knew the honor and safety of her
house were secure in the keeping of her faithful handmaiden, whose presence
therein was as that of an angel. Prayer was ever on Zita’s lips and in her
heart; she practiced much penance and auster ity, went barefooted summer and
winter, and rarely touched wine.
Years passed by and Signora Fatinelli died, nursed day
and night by her faithful servant. On her death-bed she exacted from her
husband a promise that he would put Zita at the head of the household, and
Zita, on her side, promised never to leave the family. So it was done, the
master bidding all the other servants take their orders from Zita, and the
children – who had known her all their lives – were told to obey her in all
things.
Still the years went by, and in 1260 Guglielmo
Fatinelli died, and his son Pagano became the head of the house. He had grown
up under Zita’s eyes and appreciated her saintliness, being himself a religious
and much esteemed man, but he was quick-tempered and easily roused to anger,
and Zita had often to bear the consequences of this, but, always ready to
humble herself and always having a gentle answer on her lips, she exerted a
wonderful influence over him.
In the Middle Ages fact and fiction, legend and truth,
go hand in hand, and it is no wonder that to a soul so saintly as Zita,
miracles should have been at tributed, nor would any account of her life be
fair without a reference to the three which are so naively related in the old
chronicles of the lives of the saints.
One morning, when it was her business to bake bread
for the family, having gone as usual to the early Mass, she became so absorbed
in her devotions that when the service was over the sacristan of the church
locked her in by mistake. When at length Zita, full of compunction and
distress, was able to hurry home, what was her amazement on going up to the
kneading-trough to find the loaves all ready set and prepared, so that she had
only to put them into the oven. She wondered whether it was one of her fellow
servants who had done her this service to prevent her negligence being
discovered, but on questioning them and finding they knew nothing of the
matter, she came to the conclusion it must have been her kind mistress who,
having got up early and not finding her at her work, had done it herself. Zita
went to thank her and to ask her forgiveness, but she also knew nothing about
it. When the bread was brought to table, it was found to be so delicious that
all felt no human hands could have made it. “Happy the family,” then adds the
chronicler, “who was thus fed by angels, and who had for their servant one
assisted by ministering spirits from Paradise,” but Zita was distressed when
they called her a “holy maid,” and knowing the wickedness of her own heart,
humbled herself yet further.
In every beggar she saw the person of Christ Himself;
the homeless to her represented Him for Whom there was no room in the inn;
those shivering with cold the Divine Child in the stable at Bethlehem; in the
hungry she saw Him Who fasted in the wilderness, in the thirsty she beheld Him
Who was parched as He hung upon the Cross, and the remaining two miracles
attributed to her were the outcome of her fervent charity.
On a hot summer’s day, when the land lay parched
beneath the burning rays of the sun, Zita was returning from the daily
distribution of the remnants of the household meal to the poor when a ragged
pilgrim, weary and worn, dragged himself toward her, holding out his hand for
alms. She looked at him, full of compassion, but had nothing left to give him,
yet how could she send any one in such great need away empty-handed? Remembering
the promise in the Gospel that even a cup of cold water, given in the name of
Christ, shall in nowise miss its reward, she bade the pilgrim follow her to the
neighboring well so that at least she might give him a draught of fresh water.
Taking a copper jug, she let it down into the well, and in the act of holding
it out to him that he might drink, made the sign of the cross over the water,
praying meanwhile to her Divine Master that this lowliest of drinks might be
blessed to the poor wayfarer. He approached his lips to the vessel when lo! the
water was turned into wine! Never had the pilgrim tasted its like, as looking
up into the face of the saint, who held it to his mouth, he took long draughts;
no longer was he oppressed by heat or thirst as, full of gladness, he related
to all that such choice and generous wine he had never tasted in his life
before! The well was from that time known as “Santa Zita’s well,” and its water
is still drunk in devotion to her. In former times pilgrims used to carry it
home, and the sick were brought there for healing; now the crowds that flock
thither are restricted to those who frequent the festival of Santa Zita, when
the well is adorned with flowers, but the statue representing the pilgrim
drinking from the jug held by Santa Zita, which surmounted the well-head, has
long since disappeared.
One Christmas Eve, during a bitterly cold winter when
the city of Lucca was fast bound in ice and snow, the Fatinelli family were
assembled round a large fire. The solemn midnight Mass was about to be held at
the church of San Frediano, and Zita, who had obtained permission to assist at
it, was on the point of leaving the house when her master said: “Zita, how can
you go out so lightly clad on such a night? We can hardly bear this terrible cold
in the house, and you, who have fasted all day, are going out in that thin
dress to remain long hours kneeling on the damp marbles of the church. I insist
on your putting on my fur coat or staying at home.” Zita, who would on no
account have missed the service of that night, obediently wrapped herself up in
the warm garment, while her master added: “Remember, the fur is very valuable,
so take care of it; I should be exceedingly angry if you were to lose it.”
“Fear nothing, ‘padrone,'” replied Zita, “your cloak shall be well taken care
of and safely restored to you.”
Scarcely had she entered the church when a poor half
clad beggar, from whose lips issued a feeble plaint, approached her; his teeth
chattered, and he was blue with cold. When Zita com passionately enquired what
ailed him, for answer he put out his hand and touched the cloak she wore. Zita
at once took it off and hung it on the beggar’s shoulders, saying: “Brother,
wear this till the Office is over, after which you must return it to me, and I will
take you home and warm you beside a good fire.” She then proceeded to the
corner of the church where she was wont to worship, knelt down barefoot,
rejoicing to suffer cold in company with the Divine Child of Bethlehem, and was
soon so absorbed in the mysteries of that Holy Night that she was wrapt in
ecstasy; but when all were leaving the church Zita could see no sign of the
beggar, however much she sought him. “Oh, where has he gone?” she thought
within herself. “I am afraid some one must have stolen the cloak from him and
he dare not show himself to me. He looked such a good man, I am sure he is not
a thief.” After search ing long in vain, she reluctantly set out for home,
hoping her master would be indulgent, but on reaching the house, he, seeing her
without the cloak, lost his temper, and reproved her with hard and bitter
words, and though she implored his pardon, begging him not to give up hope of
his property being yet restored, his ire would not be calmed, when suddenly on
the stair before them appeared one who had indeed the face of the beggar, but
whose aspect was so wondrously beautiful that merely to look upon him filled
the heart with joy. On his arm he carried the borrowed cloak, which he returned
to Zita, thanking her for the benefit conferred. She and her master turned
simultaneously to speak to him, but he, like a flash of lightning, vanished
from their sight. Zita humbly thanked God, and her master, repenting of his
harshness towards his holy servant, related to all he met the miracle that had
occurred, and thus it was said that Zita had been deemed worthy to clothe
Christ Himself under the semblance of a beggar, and that he whom she had tried
to befriend that night was not a man, but an angel. To commemorate this
incident, the south door of the church of San Frediano was surnamed: “la porta
dell’ Angelo,” and an ancient painting over it represented the miracle.
Henceforth Zita lived a life more angelic than human;
her heart and soul were in another world, only her body remained on earth. As
the years rolled by, she grew to esteem the things of this world less and less
and to set all her affections on things above. Her lips often repeated Saint
Paul’s words: “I desire to be loosed from this body and to be with Christ.”
Death held no terrors for her; she rather regarded it as the entrance to life
and the gate to her true home.
She was now sixty years of age, and the severity of
her penitential life had enfeebled her frame; thus, when she was seized by a
slight fever which lasted five days, she had no power of resistance, and she
who had never yielded to the ills of the flesh had at last to give in and lie
in her bed. During those days of enforced rest, no doubt she lived over all her
life again: her childhood in the mountain village, the first days in her new
home, the fifty years spent there, the favors vouch safed to her from above.
She lay with the crucifix between her hands, her heart upifted to Him Whose
image it bore. Tenderly nursed by her master’s family and by a few devout women
who never left her little room, after the priest had administered to her the
last sacred rites on the 27th of April, 1268, with her hands folded on her
breast, her eyes up lifted to heaven, a smile on her lips, and without any sign
of suffering, Zita passed to the better land.
Scarcely had she breathed her last, when a beautiful
shining star appeared above Lucca. A great cry arose through out the city: “Let
us go to San Frediano, Santa Zita is dead!” The Fatinelli family meanwhile made
arrangements to honor their faithful servant by a funeral which should testify
the esteem and gratitude with which they regarded her. The whole of the clergy
of San Frediano went to the house to accompany the body to the church, which
was crowded beyond description, as was the road leading to it, and many an one
tried to steal a scrap of her clothing as she was borne along. Never had Lucca
witnessed such a funeral, and miracles of healing were said to follow on
touching her body.
In the church of San Frediano a chapel was dedicated
to her and here she was buried, her tomb becoming a goal of pilgrimage;
Emperors, Kings, Bishops, Cardinals, and Popes even coming to pray at her
shrine. Nor was devotion to her confined to Lucca; throughout Italy churches
were dedicated to her, and continue to be so to this day; the finest church in
Palermo bears her name as do others in France, Spain, Portugal and Malta. Of
late years a guild for maid servants, numbering thousands, has been established
in her name all over Europe. The objects of this guild are to provide homes for
servants temporarily out of place, to care for those who are aged or seized by
incurable illness, and to promote terms of long service. Immense good has been
effected by this guild.
Thirty years after her death, the greatest poet of
Italy sufficiently distinguishes a burgher of Lucca from one of any other city
by calling him “one of Santa Zita’s elders.”
Her festa is held annually at Lucca on April 27th,
when her body is exposed and “the concourse is so great that armed soldiers
have to be placed at the doors of the chapel to prevent a crush. Relics and
lives of Santa Zita are sold in the Piazza, and her shrine is visited by every
domestic servant in Lucca and its neighborhood, each offering a nosegay on the
altar, which becomes piled with flowers, a curious and pretty sight.”
Surely in these days when domestic service is so much
despised, this lowly saint speaks to us through the long years which have
rolled by since her time. The life that Santa Zita led in the thirteenth
century would neither be possible nor fitting in this twentieth century, but
the motives which inspired her conduct and the virtues she cultivated are
within the power of each one of us to attain, and every servant in her own
individual place may be a Zita. To masters, also, her life brings its lesson:
let them realize the blessing it is to a family to possess a truly
conscientious, God-fearing servant, and remember that it is their duty to look
after the spiritual as well as the temporal well-being of their dependents. God
is no respector of persons; a lowly handmaid such as Zita was is greater in His
sight than many a monarch on his throne, and through her He glorified the
lesson of how He will exalt the humble and the meek, and raise the poor who
steadfastly walk in the narrow road which leads to life.
MLA Citation
The Rosary Magazine,
April 1905. CatholicSaints.Info.
22 April 2018. Web. 27 April 2021. <https://catholicsaints.info/a-lowly-saint-by-e-c-vansittart/>
SOURCE : https://catholicsaints.info/a-lowly-saint-by-e-c-vansittart/
Le corps momifié de Zita
de Lucques dans sa châsse, exposée dans la basilique San Frediano à Lucques (Toscane,
Italie)
The mummified body of Saint Zita in
its reliquary on display in the basilica of San Frediano in Lucca, Tuscany,
Italy.
Parish church in Althofen -
Altar - Zita
Pfarrkirche in Althofen - Altar - Zita
Saint Zita (c. 1212 – 27 April 1272) is the patron saint of maids and domestic servants. She is also appealed to in order to help find lost keys.
Born at Monte Sagrati, Italy, she entered into the service of the Fratinelli family, wool dealers in Lucca, at the age of twelve. Immediately disliked by the other servants for her hard work and obvious goodness, she earned their special enmity because of her habit of giving away food and clothing to the poor including those of her employers. In time, she won over the members of the household.
According to one tradition, the other servants were
convinced when one day they found an angel taking Zita’s place in baking and
cleaning.
Throughout
her life she labored on behalf of the poor and suffering as well as criminals
languishing in prisons. She was also credited with a variety of miracles.
Canonized in 1696, she is depicted in art with a bag and keys, or loaves of
bread
SOURCE : http://www.ucatholic.com/saints/saint-zita/
Zita of Lucca V (RM)
Born at Monte Sagrati, near Lucca, Tuscany, Italy; died in Lucca on April 27, 1278; liturgical cultus permitted locally by Leo X (early 16th century); canonized in 1696; name added to the Roman Martyrology in 1748 by Benedict XIV.
For two hundred years before and after the crowning of Charlemagne as Holy Roman Emperor on Christmas Day in 800 AD, female saints were obscured by time and circumstance. Thereafter, in the Age of Mysticism from about 1000 to 1500, we witness the re-emergence of saintly female mystics, such as Hildegard and Catherine of Siena.
Christian mysticism is an endeavor to reach a knowledge of and union with God directly and experientially. The mystic renounces his senses and the images they offer of God, seeking instead to wander down a negative road. Often, this type of contemplative prayer leads to abnormal psychic states that culminate in ecstasy, which is sanctified when perfectly united with God. The individuals who reach this state normally exhibit extraordinary self-knowledge and become fully free, unique human beings. The heightened mystical sense also leads to an ever more passionate love of God.
As will be shown frequently in these biographies of the saints, the mystical life in no way conflicts with the duties of any Christian state of life: married (e.g., Francis of Rome), avowed celibate (Saint Teresa of Avila), or domestic servant.
Saint Zita was born in a mountain village near Lucca into a very devout family. Her elder sister became a Cistercian nun and her uncle, Graziano, was a hermit who was locally regarded as a saint. From the age of 12, Zita was a domestic servant in the family of Pagano di Fatinelli of Lucca, a wool and silk merchant. This devoted woman, who was deeply religious, remained with this family all her life. She served it for 48 years--as maid servant, then housekeeper, and governess--and every member of the family had the deepest respect and affection for her.
There are numerous stories of her attention to household duties, of her care for beggars, of her devotion to religious practices, and of the fidelity with which she attended Mass each day of her adult life at the Church of San Frediano. The good food she was provided by her employer, she would distribute to the poor. More often than not, she could be found sleeping on the bare ground or lost in prayer, after having given up her bed to a beggar. Her work was part of her religion, as it should be for us, a way of serving God in our neighbor.
At first her fellow servants mocked her piety and kindness. Zita paid no attention, and in the end they grew to admire her. But her master was often irritated that she gave away so much. During a local famine she secretly gave away much of the family supply of beans. When her master inspected the kitchen cupboards, to Zita's relief the beans had been miraculously restocked (recall the similar story about Saint Frances of Rome). Another story tells that angels baked her bread while she was rapt in ecstasy
A characteristic story of her generous nature is of how one Christmas Eve, when she was setting out for the early morning service, the cold was so intense that her employer, seeing her in her thin gown, wrapped his own fur cloak round her shoulders, and insisted on her taking it. "But take care of it," he said, "and be sure to bring it back." At the church door, however, Zita saw a poor man in rags, numb with cold and begging for alms. She could never resist a beggar and on the impulse of the moment she took off her master's cloak and put it round him. "It will keep you warm," she said, "and you can return it to me when the service is over." But when she came out of the church, the man had gone, and in great distress she returned home without the cloak. Her employer, naturally, was angry, but what troubled Zita most was that, out of pity for another, she had abused his kindness.
The story had a happy sequel, for the next day a stranger came to the door and restored the missing cloak. People later decided that the poor old man must have been an angel in disguise, and so the door of the Church of San Frediano, Lucca, where he first appeared, is called the Angel Portal.
Zita was always moved by generous impulse, and endeared herself to all by her compassionate nature, and all her life long she was sustained by a simple and strong faith in God. Zita was embarrassed by the veneration in which her employers and neighbors held her later in life. Nevertheless, she was happy that some of her domestic duties were relieved because it gave her the time to tend to the sick, the poor, and prisoners. She had a special devotion to criminals awaiting execution, on whose behalf she would spend hours in prayer.
Zita died peacefully at the age of 60, having sanctified herself in a life of humble domestic tasks, and as the little Maid of Lucca is numbered among the saints. Immediately, a popular cultus developed around her tomb at San Frediano. Her cultus spread to other countries in the later Middle Ages, as testified by chapels in her honor as scattered as vat Palermo, Sicily, and Ely, England (Attwater, Benedictines, Bentley, Delaney, Farmer, Gill, Encyclopedia, Martindale, Walsh, White).
In art, Saint Zita is depicted in the working clothes of a maid servant with her emblem: keys. She may be shown (1) with a rosary, bag, and keys; (2) with a rosary; (3) with two keys and three loaves; (4) with keys and a book; (5) with a basket of fruit; (6) with a bag and book; (7) with a book and rosary; or (8) praying at a well (Roeder, White). She appears in mural paintings (Shorthampton, Oxon.), in stained glass (Mells and Langport, Somerset), and on rood screens in Norfolk (Barton Turf), Suffolk (Somerleyton), and Devon (Ashton) (Farmer).
Saint Zita is the patroness of housewives and servants. In England, she was known as Sitha and invoked by housewives and servants searching for lost keys or crossing raging rivers (White). She is still venerated at Lucca, where her body is housed in the Cappella di Santa Zita in the church of San Frediano (Jepson, Roeder).
Statue of Saint
Zita (Giovanni Pandiani, 1858) Cathedral in Milan,roof
Szent Zita szobra a milánói dóm szobordísze
Santa
Zita (Cita) Vergine
27
aprile
Monsagrati, Lucca, 1218 - Lucca, 27 aprile 1278
Santa Zita di Lucca (1218-1278) fu un’umile domestica che per tutta la vita rimase fedele al proprio lavoro e all’impegno di carità. Originaria di Monsagrati, a dodici anni andò a servizio presso la famiglia lucchese dei Fatinelli, agiati mercanti di seta, dove si fece subito apprezzare per dedizione e generosità. Anche troppa per i gusti del padrone di casa, che un giorno la sorprese a uscire col grembiule colmo. Erano i pani che avrebbe distribuito ai poveri. Zita, infatti, metteva ogni giorno da parte il cibo avanzato per darlo a chi aveva fame. Temendo d’essere redarguita, la donna disse che portava in grembo solo fiori e fronde. La leggenda vuole che quando il camice si aprì ne uscirono ramoscelli e boccioli. Ancora oggi in aprile si tiene a Lucca una fiera floreale a ricordo del miracolo dei pani trasformati in fiori.
La fama di bontà si diffuse rapidamente e già in vita Zita era considerata
una santa. Quando si spense accorse tanta folla che si dovette portar via di
nascosto la salma, posta in una cappella della basilica di San Frediano, dov’è
ancora visibile in una teca di vetro. La sua popolarità fin dal XIII secolo è
testimoniata anche da Dante Alighieri, che la cita nella Divina Commedia,
definendo un magistrato lucchese «anzian di santa Zita». Don Guanella, a sua
volta santo, a fine Ottocento le dedicò l’opera a favore delle giovani
domestiche. Nei Ricordini di santa Zita scrisse dei pensieri come se parlasse
lei stessa: «Considera che sei un vaso fragile nel corpo, soggetto a molte
infermità. Orbene, se il tuo malessere fisico reca i sintomi di malattia
considerevole, abbiti compassione con prestarti sollecita cura». Un consiglio
utilissimo in tempi pandemici.
Autore: Enzo Romeo
Autore: Fabio Arduino
Patrona di Lucca e protettrice di camerieri, cuochi e cuoche, inservienti, fornai, casalinghe, domestiche e guardarobiere, Santa Zita nasce a Monsagrati (Lucca) nel 1218, in una famiglia di contadini poveri e religiosi. Cresce in una casa densa di buoni esempi, aiuta i genitori in campagna, si accontenta di quello che la natura offre anche se a stento riesce a sfamarsi. Ha dodici anni ed è analfabeta quando, per non essere di peso alla famiglia, va a Lucca a lavorare come domestica per la famiglia del nobile Fatinelli. Zita è una ragazza umile e caritatevole.
Lavora con gioia, prega ma non chiede nulla per se stessa. Quando si reca a piedi in pellegrinaggio presso i santuari chiede al Cielo di aiutare i poveri. La giovane vive parsimoniosamente: quel poco che riesce a racimolare con il suo faticosissimo lavoro lo regala agli indigenti. Durante ogni frugale pasto cerca di avanzare il pane per gli affamati. I padroni la trattano con severità e gli altri domestici la disprezzano, ma Zita risponde alle cattive azioni con il perdono.
Alla santa vengono attribuiti molti miracoli. Tra i più noti la conversione di pezzi di pane in rose. Un giorno, il nobile Fatinelli chiede a Zita – su suggerimento di una domestica invidiosa – cosa porta nascosto nel grembiule. Non volendo mentire, Zita descrive in questo modo la carità che intende fare e risponde: «Rose». Quando il padrone le ordina di aprire il grembiule, invece di pezzi di pane, cadono rose profumate. Si narra anche di moltiplicazione del cibo e di trasformazione dell’acqua in vino. Per tutta la vita rimane come domestica presso la famiglia Fatinelli che con il tempo riconosce le qualità e la bontà di Zita.
Alla sua morte, avvenuta a Monsagrati nel 1278, i Fatinelli fanno scrivere la storia della sua vita e dei suoi cento miracoli e costruiscono una cappella in suo onore, nella chiesa cittadina di San Frediano, dove il suo corpo è visitabile tuttora. La devozione popolare diventa subito eccezionale. Santa Zita è così famosa da essere citata nella Divina Commedia da Dante Alighieri (1265-1321). A lei è intitolata la Congregazione delle Suore Oblate dello Spirito Santo. Lucca la ricorda ogni anno il 27 aprile con una grande festa e una fiera di piante e fiori. Santa Zita viene invocata contro la perdita della memoria e per ritrovare le chiavi di casa.
Autore: Mariella Lentini
Santa Zita Vergine
patrona universale delle collaboratrici domestiche [1]
Zita nasce nel 1218 a Monsagrati a 16km da Lucca in una famiglia povera e di grandi virtù cristiane. I suoi genitori si chiamavano Giovanni e Bonissima. A Monsagrati Giovanni si era recato fin da giovinetto dalla natia Soccisa, vicino a Pontremoli. Essendo di condizioni poverissime, si era fermato là facendo il pastore e il contadino.. Quand’ebbe vent’anni pensò a formarsi una famiglia. Era povero ma buono, e per questo nella sua patria adottiva tutti lo amavano e lo stimavano. Pensava a quale potesse essere la fanciulla del suo cuore; non la voleva ricca, non solo perché le sue condizioni non glielo consentivano, ma anche perché le ricchezze non bastavano a rendere felice un matrimonio: la voleva buona e trovò un tesoro. Il nome di Buonissima sembrava una predizione per la sua vita fatta nel giorno del Battesimo. La memoria non ha lasciato ne il nome ne il numero esatto dei loro figli ad eccezione di una figlia di nome Margherita e della nostra Santa. Margherita non fu seconda a Zita nella santificazione della sua anima e fu Zita stessa che si occupò di lei perché potesse seguire la sua vocazione; mirabile esempio di come si debbano amare le sorelle e come debbano aiutarsi, non solo per la vita materiale, ma soprattutto per quella dello spirito. La Divina Provvidenza si servì della stessa Zita, andata a Lucca per servizio, per far trovare alla sorella un convento dove seguire la chiamata di Dio. Fu così che Margherita, divenuata monaca cistercense, visse anch’essa nelle più alte virtù e morì in concetto di Santa.
Al fonte battesimale fu imposto alla nostra il nome di
Zita. Questo nome è pieno di significato perché nel linguaggio di allora
significava “vergine”.
Zita, infatti, passerà i suoi anni nella più pura
verginità servendo fedelmente Dio.
Seguendo l’esempio dei genitori, la piccola Zita
inizia gli anni della sua vita in un aurea di santità. Le ristrettezze e la
miseria renderanno la sua casa somigliante alla casa di Nazareth. Zita passa
questi anni ora intenta ai lavori domestici con la più pronta obbedienza, ora
assorta nella preghiera.
La casa di Zita era come un tempio dove il
lavoro e il dolore, dove le gioie e le amarezze erano offerte a Dio. La
giornata cominciava e si chiudeva con la preghiera rivolta al Signore e alla
Madonna.
Zita fu sempre molto devota alla Vergine e in suo onore fece anche pellegrinaggi, la invocherà nei momenti più difficili e sempre sperimenterà il suo amore materno e la sua protezione. L’assiduità della preghiera, tuttavia, non le impediva di compiere fedelmente gli altri doveri. Oltre le faccende domestiche Zita aiutava il padre nei lavori dei campi, secondo le forze della sua tenera età. Una tradizione locale la presenta con un piccolo gregge di pecore che accompagna al pascolo; e nel silenzio dei boschi tra il canto degli uccelli e l’incontro con la natura essa trova l’ambiente adatto per elevare il suo amore a Dio.
A questa umile fanciulla Dio riservava una grande
missione.
Ogni collaboratrice famigliare avrebbe avuto in lei un
esempio e una patrona. Infatti essa ha saputo indicare come, pur svolgendo
mansioni umili, si può salire in alto nella carità e nella contemplazione. Le
circostanze avviarono Zita su questa strada provvidenziale. La povertà della
casa richiedeva che essa non aggravasse con la sua presenza il misero bilancio
famigliare. Fu così che ancora in tenera età – aveva appena dodici anni – Zita
pensò di recarsi a servizio in qualche casa di signori. Suo padre, quand’ella
gi espresse il desiderio, dapprima cercò e si consigliò. Quand’egli ebbe saputo
che a Lucca la nobile famiglia Futinelli cercava una ragazza che aiutasse per i
lavori della casa, s’informò e dopo aver saputo che la famiglia era ottima, vi
accompagnò Zita che così lasciò la nativa Monsagrati. Arrivata nella nuova
famiglia, Zita ne diventò subito la beniamina; la sua tenera età, ma
soprattutto la sua bontà la resero cara ai componenti della famiglia.
Mentre i ricchi mercanti di casa Fotinelli attendevano
ai loro affari, Zita, nel disbrigo di tutte le faccende, sapeva attirare
l’animo di quanti la avvicinavano. Fin dai primi giorni la sua vita fu divisa
fra preghiera e lavoro: anzi, anche lo stesso lavoro era trasformato in
continua preghiera.
Al mattino, per poter andare in chiesa, sapeva
sacrificare il sonno, nonostante le giornate di intenso lavoro. La matttina era
in piedi molto presto. Quando i padroni si alzavano, Zita aveva già compiuto le
sue pratiche di pietà ed accudito a molte faccende.
Ella faceva tesoro del tempo, svolgendo diversi lavori: dalla pulizia della casa alla preparazione delle vivante, alla cura dei mobili, dei vestiti, della biancheria, fino al bucato e alla preparazione del pane. Detestava l’ozio e nei ritagli di tempo si dedicava agli utili lavori femminili del cucito, della maglia e del fuso. Sceglieva i lavori più umili e faticosi: i documenti ci informano infatti che lavorava tanto da ridursi esile “come un fuscello”. La sua giornate, passata così in unione con Dio, era ricca di tutte le virtù a cominciare da quelle che di tutte è fondamento: l’umiltà. In quanto umile amava venire umiliata. Quando i suoi padroni, benché contenti di lei, trovavano motivo per rimproverarla, essa non si risentiva, quantunque quei rimproveri fossero ingiusti, ma si inginocchiava a chiedere perdono. La sua umiltà era un ammaestramento ad imitarla in tanta virtù. Alla povertà nel vestire aggiungeva un vitto esiguo; spesso le cose che le venivano offerte, le metteva da parte per i suoi poveri e si nutriva solo del necessario per avere le forze sufficienti ad eseguire bene i lavori che il dovere le imponeva. La sua persona era ridotta a carne e ossa. Questo continuo digiuno era la vita ordinaria. Nei digiuni straordinari si privava di ogni cosa. Limitava le ore di sonno e nel pieno della notte, mentre tutti riposavano, supplicava Dio per la salvezza delle anime. Le virtù di Zita erano rafforzate da ferventi comunioni. Quando Lucca fu colpita dall’interdetto pontificio, percui le chiese erano chiuse e non si amministravano i sacramenti, Zita si recò con lunghissimi viaggi nella confinante diocesi di Pisa per poter accostarsi alla Comunione.
Per le sue capacità e virtù Zita fu preposta dai suoi
padroni alla cura di tutta la famiglia. Per le sue responsabilità, Zita, non
poteva trattenersi lungamente in Chiesa, ma doveva per tempo tornare in
famiglia. Una mattina era andata a fare la Santa Comunione nella vicina chiesa
di San Frediano e nel ringraziamento era stata così fervida che aveva perso la
nozione del tempo. Era quello il giorno in cui doveva fare il pane. Corre a
casa tutta preoccupata per recuperare il tempo perduto, apre la madia… la
farinata è già stata impastata e si deve solo metterla in forno a cuocere.
Cerca, interroga, vuol sapere chi è stata fra le compagne di servizio. Nessuna
è stata, le compagne che conoscono le virtù di Zita dicono: quel pane lo hanno
impostato gli angeli.
Se Zita ebbe in grado eroico tutte le virtù, una è
però la caratteristica della sua vita: la carità verso i poveri. Zita intende
la carità non solo come aiuto materiale, ma ancora e prima di tutto come aiuto
spirituale. Ai poveri non solo dava il pane della carità, ma li aiutava a
diventare migliori. Dio si degnò molte volte di completare l’opera con prodigi.
Narra un antico manoscritto che un anno la carestia
colpì duramente la città di Lucca, per cui il grano costava moltissimo a causa
dei profittatori.
Zita, dopo aver dato, una mattina, tutto il pane ai
poveri, e non sapendo come fare per sfamare altri poveri che si
presentavano a casa Fatinelli, diede loro il contenuto di un cassone di fave
che il suo padrone doveva vendere. Quando il padrone le ordinò di verificare il
contenuto e di consegnarlo all’acquirente, Zita, confidando nella Provvidenza,
lo aprì e vide che il cassone era ancora pieno.
Ancora Zita valendosi della stima di cui godeva presso
i nobili Fatinelli non tralasciava niente per venire in aiuto ai poveri. Ogni
giorno partiva per portare soccorso a domicilio a delle povere vedove e ai
poveri del vicinato. Un giorno scende le scale con il grembiule pieno di pezzi
di pane. Zita incontra il suo padrone che, quel giorno, è di pessimo umore e le
chiede cosa c’è nel suo grembiule. Zita risponde che ci sono rose ed altri
fiori.
E così, per intervento divino, accade. Con stupore
dell’uno e meraviglia dell’altra, Zita può proseguire il suo cammino.
I signori Fatinelli dovevano continuamente dare
consigli di prudenza aZita che si privava del necessario per darlo ai poveri.
Così fu la sera di Natale. Zita si stava preparando per la Messa della
Natività. Era un inverno molto rigido, era caduta abbondantemente la neve e Zita
non era abbastanza riparata dal freddo, essendole rimasto solo il necessario
per essere coperta. La signora Fatinelli le presta la sua pelliccia, ma le
ricorda di riportargliela, non di regalarla. Zita, prima di entrare nella
chiesa di San Frediano, vede un poverello che muore dal freddo. Gli da la
pelliccia pregando di restituirgliela, perché non è la sua. Finisce la Messa,
Zita resta a lungo in preghiera. Quando esce è ormai l’alba: il poverello non
c’è più e con lui è sparita la pelliccia. Zita non pensa ai rimproveri della
padrona, ma prova un senso di colpa per aver fatto attender troppo il
poverello. Zita torna a casa e viene inevitabilmente rimproverata dalla
padrona.
Verso l’ora di pranzo si ode bussare alla porta: era
il poverello che portava il manto impellicciato. Quando egli sta per andare via
una luce abbagliante inonda la sala. Tutti rimangono stupiti. Una gioia mai
provata pervade i loro animi. Se non era Gesù, era certamente un suo Angelo.
C’è un pozzo dove nel giorno della Festa della Santa i
fedeli vanno a bere per devozione. Questo pozzo, situato accanto alla porta
d’ingresso dell’antico palazzo Fatinelli è celebre non solo perché ad esso
attingeva acqua Santa Zita, ma per un fatto miracoloso che si è compiuto.
Un giorno si presenta là un poverello. È
stanco e assetato. Zita va al pozzo a porgergli da bere, fa un segno
sull’acqua. Quell’acqua diventa gustosissimo vino che corrobora il viandante,
il quale prosegue il suo cammino raccontando a tutti il prodigio con cui il
Signore aveva premia to la carità della sua serva.
Anche al tempo di Zita erano molto in uso i pellegrinaggi nei luoghi Santi della Fede. La nostra Santa seguiva in quest’opera buona l’usanza dei tempi. Dai suoi padroni aveva libertà in certi giorni e usava questi giorni liberi per dedicarsi intensamente alla preghiera e per fare pellegrinaggi. Fra questi ve n’è uno rimasto famoso, perché Zita fu accompagnata da una prodigiosa pellegrina. Zita era partita insieme a una compagna verso S. Giacomo del Poggio, poco distante da Pisa, per continuare fino a San Pietro a Grado, nella stessa diocesi ma molto distante dalla città. Giunte le due amiche al paese di San Giacomo (erano ancora digiune) la compagna invità Zita a tornarsene indietro. La Santa rispose che non poteva lasciare a metà un opera intrapresa, ma l’altra, decisa, tornò indietro lasciando Zita da sola. Ella continuò il suo cammino e giunse nella chiesa di San Pietro a Grado e s’immerse nella preghiera. Era ormai il tardo pomeriggio e Zita si accingeva a riprendere il suo cammino per tornare alla sua città e alle sue occupazioni. Chi la vede le consiglia, data l’ora tarda, di non viaggiare di notte. Ma Zita vuole essere a casa il giorno dopo per riprendere i suoi impegni all’ora stabilita. Ella quindi si mette in viaggio lungo le vie malsicure e infide. Al paese di S. Lorenzo a Vaccoli si vede ancora la fontana alla quale bevve la Santa in questo viaggio. Quando era ormai vicina allo Stato di Lucca più che la volontà potè il digiuno. Con tutta quella fatica erano quasi trentasei ore che non mangiava. Zita si siede presso una fonte stremata, allunga il braccio per bagnare la mano quando si sente posare una mano sulla spalla e sente dire: “Vuoi venire a Lucca con me?” La stanca pellegrina sente rinvigorirsi le forze. Una robustezza nuova la spinge, si alza e riprende il viaggio insieme con la sconosciuta. Quando arriva al confine dello Stato di Lucca, le porte chiuse a chiave si aprono all’avvicinarsi della Signora. Giunta a casa Fatinelli può riprendere il lavoro. Chiama le compagne che dormono. Prima però non dimentica di ringraziare la misteriosa e buona accompagnatrice. Fa per porgerle la mano: non c’è più. La pia credenza giunta fino a noi è che quella Signora non era altri che la Vergine che aveva protetto e accompagnato la sua fervente devota.
La morte
La vita di Zita trascorre quindi nella più profonda
umiltà e carità; le preghiere e la penitenza erano state la pratica costante di
tutti i suoi giorni. Per nulla attaccata alla vita, la sua unica aspirazione
era il cielo e suo diventa il grido di San Paolo: “Desidero essere disciolto da
questo corpo di morte ed essere con Cristo”.
Il Signore ascolta l’invocazione. Zita si ammala di una leggera febbre e si pone in un letto. Tutti pensano che sarà certamente qualcosa di grave perché Zita non si metteva a letto per un male leggero. Viene chiamato il sacerdote. Zita fa la confessione della sua vita e riceve ancora una volta la Santa Eucaristia. Ella muore alle nove del mattino del 27 aprile 1278.
È A DISPOSIZIONE UNA PUBBLICAZIONE PIU’ APPROFONDITA SULLA SANTA PRESSO LA PARROCCHIA
[1] Con
un breve apostolico dell’11 Marzo 1956 Pio XII proclama Zita patrona universale
delle lavoratrici della casa in quanto le sue doti di cristiana umiltà, di
ubbidienza, correttezza nei costumi, di adempimento del dovere ella poteva
costituire una Patrona alla quale ricorrere con fiducia nelle difficoltà e da
cui trarre esempio di vita cristiana.
SOURCE : http://www.parrocchie.it/genova/nostrasignora/santa_zita.htm
Den hellige Zita av Lucca (~1218-1278)
Minnedag: 27.
april
Skytshelgen for Lucca; for hushjelper, husholdersker
og tjenestefolk
Den hellige Zita (Citha, Scytha, Sitha) ble født rundt
1218 i Monsagrati ved Lucca i Italia. Navnet betyr «jente», og lever videre i
sin diminutivform «zittella», som betyr ugift kvinne på italiensk. Hun var datter
av Johannes og Bonissima Lombardo. Hele familien var svært from; Zitas eldre
søster ble senere cisterciensernonne og en bror av moren, Graziano, bodde på
Monte Supeglia som eremitt. Folket lokalt æret ham som hellig slik at de kalte
fjellet Monte San Graziano.
Ettersom familien var svært fattig, fikk Zita ingen nevneverdig utdannelse. Men allerede som barn levde hun et dypt åndelig liv etter svært enkle prinsipper. Samme hva hun hadde for seg, spurte hun seg alltid først: «Kommer Jesus til å like det?» Med dette spørsmålet for øye vokste hun opp til å bli en from og arbeidsom jente, som hjalp til på foreldrenes gårdsbruk og solgte produktene på markedet i Lucca.
Zita måtte som
tolvåring begynne i tjeneste i den velstående veveren og ull- og silkehandleren
Pagano di Fatinellis hushold i Lucca, tolv kilometer fra hjemstedet. Der
ble hun i de resterende 48 år av sitt liv. Hun var svært from og
samvittighetsfull i sitt arbeid. Med sin frues tillatelse sto hun opp svært
tidlig, og når de andre tjenerne våknet, var hun allerede tilbake fra den
daglige messen i kirken San Frediano og i gang med arbeidet, som hun utførte
bedre enn noe annet. Dette skapte motvilje mot henne fra de andre tjenerne,
særlig når hun i tillegg avslo alle invitasjoner om å gå på byen og «more seg».
Men hun beholdt sitt glade humør og møtte alle med vennlighet.
Men hun var ikke fornøyd med bare å være en god
tjener, hun ville også være en god neste, og hun ble kjent for sin omsorg for
de fattige. Hun ga bort sine egne klær og sin egen mat til de trengende, og
noen ganger arbeidsgiverens mat også. Hun ga ofte sin seng til en tigger og sov
selv på gulvet. Hennes arbeidsgiver var ikke så begeistret for at hun ga bort
så mye til fattige, så i begynnelsen ble hun misforstått og behandlet dårlig.
Men som årene gikk, førte hennes tålmodighet og godhet til at hun ble en nær
venn og fortrolig både til hele familien og de andre tjenerne.
I Zitas senere år ble hun fritatt fra mye av sitt
arbeid i huset slik at hun kunne vie seg til å ta seg av de syke og fattige og
få bedre tid til sin spesielle oppgave, som var å tjene fanger som var dømt til
døden. I Lucca ble det fortalt historier om mirakler knyttet til hennes person,
og om overnaturlige åpenbaringer. En av historiene fortalte at engler bakte
hennes brød mens hun var revet bort i ekstase, og at det var da de andre tjenerne
ble overbevist. En annen gang ga hun under en hungersnød i hemmelighet bort mye
av familiens lager av bønner. Men da husets herre inspiserte kjøkkenskapene,
hadde de bønnene som var igjen, til Zitas store lettelse mangfoldiggjort seg.
En karakteristisk historie om hennes sjenerøse natur
forteller at hun en julaften morgen var på vei til en tidlig messe. Men det var
så kaldt at da hennes herre så hennes tynne klær, la han sin egen pelsfrakk
rundt skuldrene hennes og insisterte at hun skulle ta den på seg. Men han ba
henne passe godt på den og sørge for å få med den tilbake. Men ved kirkedøren
så Zita en tigger kledd i filler, han var nummen av kulde og tigget om
almisser. Zita kunne aldri motstå en tigger, og på et øyeblikks innskytelse tok
hun av seg sin herres frakk og la den rundt ham. Hun sa: «Den vil holde deg
varm, og du kan la meg få den tilbake når messen er over». Men da hun kom ut av
kirken, var mannen borte, og dypt nedtrykt vendte hun tilbake uten frakken.
Hennes arbeidsgiver ble naturligvis sint, men det som plaget Zita mest, var at
hun av medlidenhet med andre hadde misbrukt hans vennlighet.
Men historien fikk en lykkelig slutt, for neste dag
kom en fremmed til døren og ga den savnede frakken tilbake. Folk avgjorde siden
at den fattige gamle mannen måtte ha vært en engel i forkledning, og dermed
kalles den døren i kirken San Frediano i Lucca hvor han først ble sett, for
Engleporten.
Zita døde i Lucca den 27. april 1278, 60 år gammel.
Hun ble gravlagt på enkelt vis i San Frediano, den romanske kirken for
regelbundne kanniker i gamlebyen i Luccas nordlige del, noen skritt unna de
gamle bymurene. Den har en fasade som er smykket med en gyllen
himmelfartsmosaikk i italiensk-bysantinsk stil. I tillegg til henne er de
hellige Frediano
av Lucca og Richard av Wessex gravlagt
her.
Zitas grav ble åpnet i 1446, 1581 og 1652, og hennes
legeme ble da funnet fullstendig intakt. Hun ligger i dag i en glasskiste,
kledd i en tjenestejentes drakt, i Cappella di Santa Zita. Etter hennes død
æret folket henne som hellig, og av steinene i det lille bondehuset der hun var
vokst opp, bygde man et kapell på Monte Sagrati. De tallrike undre som skjedde
der, førte til hennes helligkåring. En biografi på latin ble skrevet av
Fatinello degli Fatinelli i 1372 i anledning åpningen av hennes
helligkåringssak. Dikterne Fazio degli Uberti (Dittamonde, III, 6) og Dante
(Inferno, XI, 38) kaller begge byen Lucca ganske enkelt for «Santa Zita».
Hennes kult ble tillatt av pave Leo X (1513-21) tidlig
på 1500-tallet, men bare i kirken San Frediano. Hennes grav ble gjenoppdaget i
San Frediano i 1580, og da ble det startet arbeid for å få hennes kult
høytidelig godkjent av paven. Hun ble helligkåret den 5. september 1696 ved at
hennes kult ble stadfestet av pave Innocent XII (1691-1700). Hennes navn ble
tatt inn i Martyrologium Romanum i 1748 av pave Benedikt XIV (1740-58). Hennes
minnedag er dødsdagen 27. april. Hun er skytshelgen for byen Lucca, og i sitt
byvåpen har de et bilde av henne. I 1931 erklærte pave Pius XI (1922-39) henne
som hovedskytshelgen for hushjelper og tjenere.
Hennes folkelige kult hadde allerede spredt seg til
andre land i senmiddelalderen, noe som bevitnes av kapeller til hennes ære så
langt unna som Palermo på Sicilia og Ely i England. Hun æres høyt, spesielt i
Italia, som skytshelgen for hushjelper. Hun er avbildet i arbeidstøy med en
veske og nøkler, eller brød og en rosenkrans. I England var hun kjent som Sitha
og ble påkalt av husmødre og hushjelper, spesielt når de mistet nøkler eller
var i fare fra elver eller når de skulle krysse broer.
Kilder:
Attwater/John, Attwater/Cumming, Farmer, Bentley, Hallam, Butler, Butler (IV),
Benedictines, Delaney, Bunson, Cruz (1), Rufus, Engelhart, Schauber/Schindler,
Melchers, Dammer/Adam, Index99, KIR, CE, CSO, Patron Saints SQPN, Infocatho,
Bautz, Heiligenlexikon, CB, EWTN - Kompilasjon og oversettelse: p. Per Einar Odden -
Opprettet: 2000-04-12 00:27 - - Sist oppdatert: 2005-12-26 18:11