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God's troubadour - Francis of Assisi Hail,
Wisdom Queen, may the Lord protect thee, May the fiery and honey-sweet power of Your Love detach my soul from all things under heaven, so that I may love for love of Your Love, for you have condescended to die for love of my love. |
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Writing
of Francis is difficult. One can write volumes (and many have!) about
this
loving mystic, whose only treasure was Christ Himself. This is not a
scholarly
work, nor a biography of Francis - many a work exists to fulfil that
purpose.
However, the spirit of this tender "troubadour", whose romantic,
passionate
soul was wrapped in a chivalry that led to his speaking of even virtues
as Lords and Ladies, captures the essence of charity and joy. It is my
honour to introduce you to this noble spirit, and to hope that this may
whet your appetite, not only for knowledge of "Il Poverello", but for
the
legacy of love that he left to us all.
I
once remember hearing Francis described as a man who "walked at right
angles
to the world." This is an apt description. Francis lived in an age,
much
like our own, where the "world" of wealth and power blinded many (and
many
among the hierarchy!) to the treasures of divine love. While medieval
man
was very conscious of God and of eternity, a trait sadly lacking today,
this hardly meant that he was any more inclined to virtue than were
those
of any other time. Simple in approach, and frequently illiterate, those
in the Middle Ages had little guidance from many of the clergy. As
Chaucer's
"Canterbury Tales" exquisitely expresses, those who were, for example,
selling indulgences were trading on their "flock's" fear of hell, not
encouraging
them to love and virtue. (Hardly profitable, that!)
Saints
are said to be products of their age, but this concept is
misunderstood.
Virtue has never been in fashion. The truly great lovers, in the
spiritual
scheme, fulfilled neglected needs of their ages. Francis's own love was
boundless, but he also was perfectly suited to appeal to the longing
for
the Creator that remains within the heart of all - and which is never
stimulated
by fear, but only by joy. Francis, the poet, the mystic, the "herald of
the king", indeed was well suited to his age, yet his approach would
never
lose its popularity.
Though medieval man had a rich knowledge of the (supposed) daily lives and histories of Christ and his family, the Church hierarchy was far more interested in wiping out the rampant heresies that were propagated at the time. Among Founders of religious Orders, Francis was unique in his emphasis on the humanity of Christ, and on how incidents in His life showed the perfection of virtue. The Christmas crèche and the Stations of the Cross (a meditation on the events of the Master's crucifixion) are among the devotions which Francis would popularize. Yet his preaching went far beyond formal devotion. He would speak with tenderness of the humility of Christ, the "Sweet Babe of Bethlehem" who could hide His divine glory in a life of simple poverty.
Francis,
of course, hardly started out with any intentions of founding a
religious
Order. Giovanni (Francesco) Bernadone, the son of a silk merchant, was
later to bemoan the excesses of his youth. It is unlikely that Francis
ever bordered on debauchery, nor do we ever learn what were the great
sins
for which he remained ever repentant. (All that is chronicled is a love
for a good time that was hardly unusual for any young man of any age.)
With his love for chivalric concepts, and the ever-present idealism
that
would not bring the realities of the battlefield to the mind of the
future
pacifist, Francis had dreams of knighthood in youth, but his trial of
the
life was short-lived. If indeed Divine Providence brings good from all
of our experiences, as Francis certainly would have maintained, we can
be grateful for that period of Francis's life - for, perhaps, it was
during
his brief time as a prisoner of war that awareness of something beyond
himself became strong in what previously (in his own view) was a mind
too
occupied with pleasures.
Though Francis fully enjoyed the wealth he knew in youth, he later was to use the term "wretched son of Pietro Bernadone!" as self reproach when he failed in the poverty that was this knight's Lady. Francis's poverty was to embrace not only the physical but the spiritual, and he, with the vision that only the greatest of lovers has, regretted any time when God's ways had not been his sole priority. But perhaps he was a bit too hard on his father! When Francis, in the early days of his conversion, began to distribute Pietro's stock of priceless silk to beggars, it's a fair assumption that Pietro assumed his son was becoming insane. If Pietro was to lock Francis in the cellar, it well may be that he was protecting his son from a public reputation as crazy - and one forgives Pietro for undoubtedly considering his own reputation as well.
I mention this because Francis was to remain a radical. There were no half measures for our troubadour! Just as he embraced the wealth and good times wholeheartedly, he would develop a devotion to things heavenly with a single-minded passion.
In
relating the details of his conversion, Francis always was to note the
time when he, a fastidious and pampered youth, overcame a natural
revulsion
and embraced a leper to whom he gave alms. Years would pass between
that
incident and his life as a friar, but it was a moment of transformation
nonetheless. All of his life, Francis was to have a special love for
the
outcast or the despised. In fact, he was to welcome many a vagabond
into
the Franciscan fold in later years.
Poverty,
especially for such a mystic as was Francis, involves a total
detachment
wherein alone one may find total freedom of the will. In making us
free,
God gave us the ability to choose and to love - and that choice is
hampered
by our fallen nature. Francis, who hadn't the slightest knowledge of
his
own heroic virtue, believed that it was a simple (though never easy)
matter
to love fully. One detached from anything except God would be able to
love
unreservedly.
Francis's words about "perfect joy" are most telling. Francis was to know great trials in his later life, when those with a greater love for power and education were to usurp much of his authority. One who follows a crucified man will not be spared misunderstanding and betrayal, as Francis knew well.
He described a situation to his confessor, Friar Leo, where they would repeatedly knock at the door of their own friary and be flatly denied entrance, indeed would be scorned. Were this to happen, and they did not become troubled, this, Francis said, would be perfect joy.
The tender and expansive Francis, it must be noted, did not speak of the rejection by beloved brothers as joy - and knew well that it was not. The joy is in a dedication to God that is so complete as to prevent even one as emotional as our Francis from being troubled in his spirit.
Joy
is at the heart of one who, though totally blind at the time, could
write
the marvellous Canticle of the Creatures with
vivid
imagery and poetic intensity. Joy came from living the gospels, as the
brief Rule of the Order, composed largely of quotations from the
gospels
that Francis so loved, embodied. Joy was the perfect freedom of
detachment.
Above all, joy was God Himself.
Francis's detachment is well expressed his prayer inspired by the Lord's own:
Thy will be done
on earth
as it is in heaven,
That we may love Thee
with our whole heart by always thinking of thee,
with our whole soul
by
always desiring Thee,
with our whole mind
by
directing all our intentions to Thee and by seeking Thy glory in all
things,
and with our whole
strength
by spending all our energies and affections in the service of Thy love
and nothing else.
and may we love our
neighbours
as ourselves,
by drawing them all,
with our whole strength, to Thy love
by rejoicing in the
good
fortunes of others as well as our own
and by sympathising
with
the misfortunes of others
and by giving offence
to no one.
Francis
was hardly exempt from human weakness! Though his personal ways, which
tended to great excess and bodily deprivation to the point of ruining
his
health, were not practises he intended to impose on the others, his
radical
nature made his ideal of poverty beyond the capacity of many of his
friars.
Nor was Francis a man of good judgement. Not discerning, and
considering
himself a worm, he would believe the word of any "repentant" vagabond -
and, if there were 5,000 friars at the time of Francis's death, we must
not assume that all were exemplary in their observance. It is likely
that
many of Francis's physical ailments and hysterical tendencies were
caused
or aggravated by the bodily abuse he gave to himself. No doubt, today,
many an author would term him mentally ill to some degree. (Note: In
his
book, Stumbling
Blocks and Stepping Stones, psychologist Rev. Benedict Joseph
Groeschel,
a Franciscan friar, treats of how Francis's pathology of self-hatred
was
transformed by divine providence.)
It is particularly moving to note how, when one is repentant and loving, divine grace can transform the weakness into virtue of the deepest sort. Poverty's becoming the quite prodigal Francesco's guiding virtue is a key illustration of this. Equally delightful is the innocence that divine love would foster in the heart of one who had enjoyed ... the pleasures of this world quite excessively. (Bonaventure cleans it up, but Thomas of Celano has no reticence about mentioning Francis's having been rather a wild sort.) For some centuries after Francis's time, some writers were ill at ease with mentioning how Francis assisted Clare in an elopement with the Heavenly Bridegroom. The virtue and innocence of these two was great by that time, and it is both warm and amusing that it never occurred to either that those familiar with Francis's previous reputation would have considered this "holy abduction" to be questionable.
But that is the
key for
us to recognize. The degree of one's love or devotion is not cancelled
by one's weaknesses. In some aspects (charity and commitment not
among them), Francis is not to be imitated. Yet, to quote a Dominican,
the gift comes according to the manner of the recipient - and Francis's
case was to be the only one I have seen in which is having the stigmata
seemed perfectly natural.
Key
points of Francis's spirituality - see quotations:
Strong
sacramental emphasis – numerous references particularly to the
Eucharist
(and this in an era when most people partook of that banquet perhaps
once
a year). Francis wrote of those who love God and neighbour as those who
“receive the Body and Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ, and bring forth
the
fruits worthy of true penance.” He also regularly mentions Holy Orders
and reverence for the priesthood, and sacramental confession (which
also
was a rarity in most lives.)
This
is Francis's autograph. The words are those he would wish for any who
read
this page, and which he based on a blessing from his own Jewish
heritage:
May the Lord bless
thee
and keep thee,
May He lift His
countenance
upon thee and be gracious unto thee.
May the Lord look
upon
thee with kindness and give thee His peace.
And, in the Franciscan tradition, I leave you with the greeting: Peace and all good!
Most High, all
powerful,
good Lord God,
Yours are the
praises,
the glory, the honour, and every blessing,
To You alone, most
High,
do they belong, and no man is worthy to
mention
Your name.
Praised be You,
my Lord,
with all Your creatures,
especially Sir
Brother
Sun,Who is the day and through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful
and
radiant with great splendour;
and bears a
likeness
of You, Most High One.
Praised be You,
my Lord,
through Sister Moon and the stars,
in heaven you
formed
them clear and precious and beautiful.
Praised be You,
my Lord,
through Brother Wind,
and through the
air,
cloudy and serene, and every kind of
weather
through which You
give
sustenance to Your creatures.
Praised be You,
my Lord,
through Sister Water,
which is very
useful
and humble and precious and chaste.
Praised be You,
my Lord,
through Brother Fire, through whom You
light
the night,
and he is beautiful
and
playful and robust and strong.
Praised be You,
My Lord,
through our Sister Mother Earth,
who sustains and
governs
us, and who produces varied fruits with
coloured
flowers and herbs.
Praised be You,
My Lord,
through those who give pardon for (the
sake
of) Your love,
and bear infirmity
and
tribulation.
Blessed are they
who
endure in peace, for by You, Most High,
they
shall be crowned.
Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Death, from whom no living man can escape. Woe to those who die in mortal sin. Blessed are those whom death will find in Your most holy will,for the second death shall do them no harm.
Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks And serve Him with great humility.
Altissimo,
onnipotente, bon Signore,
tue so le laude la
gloria
e l'onore et onne benedizione:
ad te solo,
Altissimo,
se confano, et nullo omo ene dignu te mentovare.
Laudato sie, misignore, cum tutte le tue creature, spezialmente messor lo frate sole: lo quale iorna et allumini noi per loi; et ellu è bellu e radiante cum grande splendore; da te Altissimo, porta significazione.
Laudato sì, misignore, per frate vento, et per aere et nubilo et sereno et onne tempo, per lo quale ale tue creature dai sustentamento.
Laudato sì, misignore, per sora aqua, la quale è multo utile et umile e preziosa e casta.
Laudato sì, misignore, per frate focu, per lo quale enn'allumini la notte, ed ello è bello et iocundo et robustoso et forte.
Laudato sì, misignore, per sora nostra matre terra, la quale ne sustenta et governa et produce diversi frutti con coloriti fiori et erba.
Laudato sì, misignore, per quelli che perdonano per lo tuo amore, et sostengo infirmitate et tribulazione; beati quelli che 'l sosterrano in pace, ca da te, Altissimo, sirano incoronati.
Laudato sì, misignore, per sora nostra morte corporale, da la quale nullu omo vivente po' scappare: guai a quelli che morrano ne le peccata mortali; beati quelli che trovarà nele tue santissime vuluntati ca la morte secunda no 'l farrà male
Laudate et benedicete misignore et rengraziate et serviateli cum grande umilitate
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This
graphic, patterned after an original prayer
by Mother Mary Francis, PCC, was designed by Gloriana with gratitude to the Poor Clare Colettines. All
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