FRANCIS OF ASSISI
The Saint for all seasons. Feast day: 4th.October
The son of Pietro di Bernadone, a
wealthy cloth merchant of Assisi, and his wife, Pica, Francis became junior
partner in the family business. His youth was marked by high living and a desire
for social status. In 1202, in a war between Assisi, in a war between and
neighbouring Perugia, Francis was taken prisoner. Released after a year’s
confinement, he returned home, but began questioning his former values. He
found himself increasingly drawn to a life of penance marked by intense periods
of prayer, pilgrimages and almsgiving. Confirmed in these new directions by an
encounter with a leper, he began to spend much of his time working among these
social outcasts. All this provoked a conflict with his father, which finally
reached a high point in 1206. Responding to a divine call to rebuild the ruined
chapel of San Damiano, Francis sold some valuable cloth from the family store
to raise money for the project. Brought to trial by his father, he renounced
his patrimony in a dramatic scene before the bishop of Assisi. Living as a
penitent hermit, Francis spent several years caring for lepers and repairing
small chapels in the neighbourhood.
Francis of Assisi discovered in
poverty a joyous communion with all creatures. Francis’ mystical intuition saw
in the precariousness of our existence the loving self-gift of the Creator to
which he and his companions responded with joy, wonder, praise and gratitude.
They had no possessions and were expected to live lightly on the earth with no
desire to dominate or to transform nature. In his “Canticle of the Creatures”
about “Brother Sun, Wind and Fire, sister Moon and Stars, and sister Earth our
mother who feeds us…”, his loving relationship with earth, wind and water
resembles more closely the sentiments of India, China and the North American
Indian tradition than the usual European approach to the natural world. The
vast ocean or a rain forest or a desert points to the ultimate at the heart of
the world which continuously calls us to a deeper communion with the earth and
with God. All this makes for an eco-sensitivity within a holistic vision and
integrated way of life. The call to love God and neighbor included, in Francis’
mind, all creation a in way that healed the split between God, man and nature.
Francis of Assisi, the saint for all seasons, is especially relevant today and
so is a felicitous choice as the patron of ecologists.
In the midst of his revelry in the
glory and pageantry of earth and sky, of the beasts ad birds and flowers, he
was suddenly told that he was going blind and that the remedy might well be
worse than the disease – to cauterise his eyes with a red hot iron. The
tortures of martyrdom which he envied in the saints and sought vainly in Syria
could have been no worse. When they brought the brand close to his face, he
rose urbanely and spoke as to a friendly presence: “Brother Fire, God made you
beautiful and strong and useful. Pray you
be courteous to me.” As simple as it was bizarre! The simple never take
themselves too seriously, are light on their feet and sit easily to their
possessions. G.K. Chesterton said, “Angels fly because they take themselves
lightly.” Simple is the eye that sees the divine presence in creation and
discerns the body of the Lord in the little and weak members of society -
which is exactly what Francis did when he kissed the hand of the leper. By
kissing the hand of a leper he embraced what he hated most, thereby gaining
healing for his spirit. “Simple” is such an easy word to use that is has almost
become debased currency. Yet it need not mean a sort of holy moron. Rather, it
should mean someone who, possibly after great struggle, arrives at a candid
unselfconscious security in faith. And this faith cannot fail to communicate
itself to others to their enrichment. Like a fragrant charm, simple faith is
caught, not taught.
As he once flung himself into battle
he flung himself into penance, devouring fasting as a gourmet devours food, and
plunging after poverty as prospectors dig madly after gold. And it is precisely
the positive and life-giving qualities of this pursuit that is a challenge to
the modern self-destructive rush for pleasure. Like Francis, the man of God can
delight in created things without being slave to an obsessive compulsion to
possess them. He can relish a beautiful painting or a fine house, can enjoy
looking at a splendid landscape without feeling that his pleasure is frustrated
unless he own them. Even if circumstances prevent his enjoyment of such things,
he is secure that his essential human worth and dignity are in no way
diminished, that there is no place for vexation and envy and that his life is
still worth living. It is to accept with genuine tranquility that the Lord
gives and the Lord takes away, or sometimes does not give at all. This is to
hang free towards the things of this world, sitting lightly to possessions,
delighting in them when they are available, but losing neither peace of mind
nor self-esteem when they are not. This is true poverty of spirit, the ultimate
freedom. It was precisely because of his asceticism that “in beautiful things
he (Francis) saw Beauty itself and through his vestiges imprinted in creation
he followed his Beloved everywhere, making from all things a ladder by which he
could climb up and embrace Him who is utterly desirable. With a feeling of unprecedented
devotion he savoured in each and
every creature – as in so many rivulets – that Goodness which is their
fountain-source. And he perceived a heavenly harmony in the consonance of
powers and activities God has given them, and like the prophet David, sweetly exhorted
them to praise the Lord” (St. Bonaventure, Life
of St. Francis).
Penance took their toll, so did the
wounds of the Passion of Christ that he received during an ecstasy on Mt.
LaVerna. As death drew near, he bid his
dearest and oldest friends adieu. At
his request they lifted him off his own rude bed and laid him on the bare
ground. He touched base, clad only in his hair shirt, his unseeing eyes seeing
only more deeply their object and origin and the root of his joy. He died at
the Portiuncula on October 3, 1226, aged 45 years. His body today lies sweetly
composed in a steel-banded stone casket far above the ground at the Portiuncula
in the great church of San Damiano in Assisi, but not before many battles were
fought between principalities for custody of his remains. It is ironic that the
man who composed the beautiful prayer, “Lord, make me a channel of your peace”,
could have been the occasion of wars and bloodshed, albeit sundry and brief.
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