Living into a new way of being: spending time with St Francis
Naming God: who we are before God
This is the second of three talks given for a St Francis Day retreat this year at the Church of the Resurrection, Mount Macedon.
Praises of God
1. you are holy, the only God who does wonder
2. you are strong
3. you are great
4. you are the most high
5. are all-powerful
6. you holy father, king of heaven and earth
7. you are three and one, Lord God of gods
8. you are the good, all good, supreme good, Lord God living and true
9. you are love
10. you are wisdom
11. you are humility
12. you are patience
13. you are beauty
14. you are meekness
15. you are security
16. you are quietude
17. you are joy and gladness
18. you are our hope
19. you are justice
20. you are temperance
21. you are all our riches at sufficiency
22. you are beauty
23. you are meekness
24. you are the protector
25. you are the guardian and the defender
26. you are our strength
27. you are our refuge
28. you are our hope
29. you are our faith
30. you are our charity
31. you are our sweetness
32. you are our eternal life
33. Great and wondrous Lord God almighty merciful saviour
The Praises of God, or chartula as Br Leo (a close Brother of St Francis) called it, was written on a piece of goat skin parchment about 10cm wide by 13.5cm high. This poem is in halting Latin with dark brown ink and laid out over sixteen lines. On the other side again in Caroline minuscule script is the rendering of a blessing from the Book of Numbers:
May the Lord bless you and guard you,
May he show you his face and have mercy on you,
May he turn his countenance to you and give you peace.
The blessing is addressed to Br Leo and signed with the Tau cross - a cross in the form of a T - by Francis who regularly signed this way. In addition on the parchment, in red ink and a different hand, are lines by Br Leo, who identifies himself and explains how the poem came to be written by Francis. The chartula has been folded twice and forms a small rectangle.
St Francis wrote this prayer, The Praises of God, while on a 40-day retreat from August 15th (Feast of the Assumption) to September 29th (feast of St Michael and All Angels) in 1224 at La Vergna. Some hagiographers believed that he wrote the praises to comfort Br Leo in response to a spiritual crisis that he was experiencing, but Br Leo writes that the words were written by Francis in gratitude for the vision of an Angel and the impression of Christ’s stigmata on his body. Br Leo kept this parchment till his death around 1271. (For a more detailed and fascinating explanation of the Chartula see: The Autographs of Brother Francis, Jean-Francois Godet-Calogeras in The Writings of Francis of Assisi, Letters and Prayers, Ed by Blastic, Hammond & Hellman, 2011, Franciscan Institute Publications P52-81)
Rather than choosing one or two of these names of God to reflect on, this prayer invites me to ponder the plurality of names given to God and qualities ascribed to God. For me it prompts the question: what place can a person - and here in particular, a saint - go to where the nature of God is understood and praised in such a varied way and yet remain one God?
Soon after his conversion before the crucifix Francis begged the old Benedictine priest living in that church that he be able to ‘stay for the Lord’s sake.’ (A Mended and Broken Heart, Wendy Murray, Basic Books, 2008, p58) The priest relented. So, in 1206 Francis Bernadone became an oblate under the protection of the church, and at that time was thereby subject to its jurisdiction, rather than the civil one. But dad, Pietro di Bernadone, continued to demand return of his money from Francis. He now pursued Francis using the authority of the Church and brought down legal action. A trial was subsequently held before Bishop Guido.
Amongst the early documents about this trial are these words addressed to Francis from the Bishop: “Your father is infuriated and extremely scandalised. If you wish to serve God, return him the money you have, because God does not want you to spend your money unjustly acquired on the work of the church. (Your father’s) anger will abate when he gets the money back. My son, have confidence in the Lord and act courageously…”
St Francis acted courageously, but in a different way from expected. He responded:
‘My Lord, I will gladly give back not only the money acquired from his things, but even all my clothes.' And going to one of the bishop’s rooms, he took off all his clothes, and, putting the money on top of them, came out naked before the bishop, his father, and all the bystanders, and said: 'Listen to me, all of you, and understand. Until now I have called Pietro di Bernadone my father. But, because I have proposed to serve God, I return to him the money on account of which he was so upset, and also all the clothing which is his, wanting to say from now on: “Our Father who is in heaven,” and not “My father, Pietro di Bernadone.”'
(A Mended and Broken Heart, Wendy Murray, Basic Books, 2008, p64)
Is Francis here simply substituting one father figure for another? His biological one for a spiritual one? Perhaps, on one level yes. But here was a Father ‘in heaven’ who did not encumber him with the obligation to be a well-bred, happily married and successful son of a merchant. Here was a Father who released love in his heart and furthered for him a path that made sense for him personally. St Francis has often been described as a Holy Fool: someone so single-minded in pursuit of sharing the love of God with others that she or he is oblivious to social boundaries and norms that the rest of us take for granted. Holy Fools are prepared to act in ways that make them vulnerable to ridicule and derision. But with St Francis these actions were startling in their symbolic meaning. By stripping himself naked and proclaiming his Father now to be ‘my Father who art in heaven’ and no longer Pietro di Bernadone, he was externalising an inner reality that he had already come to terms with.
The words of this poem about St Francis by Clive Sansom, written in 1981, illustrate something of this quality in St Francis:
by Clive Sansom
Brothers! We are the Troubadours of God,
Wandering, singing his praises to the world.
Our theme is love: we sing our love of him
And all that he created, from the Sun
To the lowliest earthworm, tunnelling from the Sun.
Our theme is love: we sing God’s love for us -
For Man, this tarnished sun, this glorious worm
Who is redeemed by Christ. Our theme is love:
Our song is to the cities of the plain,
To vines and olive-groves, until God willing,
We send it hurtling through the courts of Heaven!
We are his jongleurs too - jesters and jugglers,
Mountebanks of God! - Not saints for whom