Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Reflections in honor of St. Francis


It is said that at one time Rabbi Lot went to see Rabbi Joseph and said, “Rabbi, as much as I am able, I practice a small rule of life, all the little fasts, some prayer and meditation, and remain quiet, and as much as possible, I keep my thoughts clean.  What else should I do? Then the old Rabbi Joseph stood up and stretched out his hands toward heaven, and his fingers became like the torches of flame.  And he said, “Why not be turned into fire?
                                                            (From the Desert Fathers and Mothers)
October 4,  we celebrate Francis of Assisi, who not only turned into fire but set the world on fire with his generosity, creativity, imagination, dedication to the poor and his austere living of the Gospel.  He had a profound faith, a deep prayer life and an abiding love of God and creation.   Many commentators have called Francis “a Second Christ,” because he tried in so many ways to be exactly like Jesus.

He was born in the Tuscan country side of Assisi in 1181 to a wealthy cloth merchant.  Francis enjoyed a very rich easy life growing up; he received little formal education and during his early years he was preoccupied with having fun.  Today, we would perhaps say he is among the bold and the beautiful, the rich and famous, and the young and the restless!  As a young man, he was popular, charming, enjoyed practical jokes and was usually the life of the party.  He was good at business, but wanted to become a troubadour and write poetry.   Everyone loved Francis.  He was constantly happy, a dreamer and a born leader.  

When he was twenty years old he was eager to be a knight and took part in a battle of a nearby country, yet his townspeople were defeated and he spent a year in prison.  After his return to Assisi, he became seriously ill and dissatisfied with his way of life.  He endured a spiritual crisis and devoted himself to solitude, prayer and service of the poor.  One of the many conversion experiences of his life that is told was when he was riding one day; he came face to face with a leper who begged for money.  Francis had always had disgust for lepers, and turning his face, he rode on; but immediately he had a change of heart and returned to the leper and gave him all the money he had and kissed his hand.  As he rode off, he turned around for a last glance, and saw that the leper had disappeared.  From that day on he dressed in rags and gave himself to the service of the lepers and the poor.

Another conversion moment is told when he was in the nearby Church of San Damiano.   While he was praying, he heard Christ on the cross speak to him.  “Francis, repair my church.”  With this mandate and with the words of the Gospel, “The kingdom of God is at hand, cure the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, drive out devils; freely have you received, freely give. Carry neither gold nor silver nor money, nor bag, nor two coats, nor sandals. . .” 

Francis, then at once felt that this was his vocation and proceeded to preach to the poor.  In time, 12 others joined him in preaching the Gospel and working among the poor. They took literally the words of Christ when he sent his disciples out to preach.  They would have no money and not property, individually or collectively. 

Their task was to preach, “using words if necessary,” but declaring the love of God by their words and actions.  Francis called his order the “Order of Friars Minor” or the order of lesser brothers.  They were to live as brothers of all, to reveal by their love that all human beings are sisters and brothers. Francis did not live in a monastery but among the people, and in that world, he sought and found God.  

His approach was an Incarnational approach – God was a loving Father/Creator and all that Francis had was gift, Christ was his Brother and the Spirit of that love lived and burned in him.  
Following the Gospel literally, Francis and his companions at first frightened their listeners as these men dressed in rags talking about God’s love.  But soon the people noticed that these barefoot beggars wearing sacks seemed filled with constant joy. They celebrated life.  

An early biographer gives an account of Francis’ physical appearance.  “In stature he was rather on the short side, his head of moderate size and round, his face long, his forehead smooth and low, his eyes of medium size, black and candid, his hair dark, his eyebrows straight, his nose even-shaped, thin and straight, his ears prominent but delicate.
  
In conversation he was agreeable, ardent and penetrating, his voice firm, sweet-toned and clearly audible, his lips delicate, his beard black and rather sparse, his neck slender, his shoulders straight, his arms short, his hands small, with long fingers, his feet small, his skin tender, his clothing rough, his sleep brief and his bounty most liberal.”

Francis’ brotherhood included all of God’s creation.  He had a deep love for animals and a special fondness for birds.  He liked to refer to animals as his brothers and sisters.   

In one famous story, Francis preached to hundreds of birds about being thankful to God for their wonderful clothes, for their independence, and for God’s care. The story tells us the birds stood still as he walked among them, only flying off when he said they could leave. 

Another famous story involves the wolf of Gubbio.  Out of hunger, the wolf took to attacking the people of Gubbio as they worked in their fields. The people were so frightened of the wolf they didn’t dare go out into the fields without armed protection.  Francis said to them, “Let me go out to talk with the wolf.”  So he went out to meet the wolf and spoke with him, who became docile at his approach and so the wolf returned with Francis to meet the people of Gubbio.  Francis arranged a peace pact between the people and the wolf.  The people would feed the wolf and in return the wolf would live peacefully with them. 

Francis’ final years were filled with much suffering.  Praying to share in Christ’s passion he had a vision and received the stigmata, the marks of the nails and the lance wounds that Christ suffered. 

Years of poverty and wandering had made Francis ill.  In his final months of his life, being blind and enduring intense suffering, he joyfully and with cheerfulness wrote his beautiful Canticle of the Sun that expresses his brotherhood with creation in praising God.  He died at the age of 45 and at which time there were now several thousand members throughout Europe to carry on his mission and call.  He was canonized two years later.

So what is the good news for us today?
• Francis speaks to us to live with joy, simplicity and faithfulness to the Gospels.   Let us dare to search for meaning and fulfillment in our relationship to God even when we may look a little foolish or even when it may call us to make drastic changes in our attitudes and behaviors.
• Francis speaks to us about our relationship to creation.   Let us be voices that challenge as we confront the environmental issues that affect our planet today. “Start by doing what's necessary; then do what's possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.”
• Francis was called to “repair the church.”  Let us live with integrity and courage to witness a church of inclusivity, compassion, forgiveness and hope so that the message and mission of Jesus will be revealed – and let us use words, if necessary!
• Francis speaks to us about the gift of suffering.  Let us ask for the graces we need when we find life tiring and burdensome so that the gentle and loving presence of God will bless us with refreshing peace, healing and bravery.
• Francis speaks to us of poverty.  Let us live with an awareness that all we have is gift, and that we are to share the resources of this world with everyone; we are guardians and stewards of creation; sisters and brothers to all.
• Francis kisses the leper and tames the wolf.  Let us be aware of the things in our lives that we may fear; the things that scare us – let us ask for the graces to embrace them with courage and love.   

Let us search for the wolf that hungers in our world, church, government, community, and in our personal lives – let us name and tame the hungers so that we may live with trust, harmony, justice and peace. “While you are proclaiming peace with your lips, be careful to have it even more fully in your heart.”

Friday, September 27, 2013

In Honor of St. Francis ~ Reflections on Sister Earth!




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• This earth we are riding keeps trying to tell us something with its continuous scripture of leaves. –William Stafford
• Love all God’s creation, the whole and every grain of sand in it.  Love every leaf, every ray of God’s light. Love he animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. When you are left alone, pray. Love to throw yourself on the earth and kiss it.  Kiss the earth and love it with an unceasing, consuming love.
                                                                                          – Fyodor Dostoevsky
• Apprehend God in all things, for God is in all things. Every single creature is full of God and is a book about God. Every creature is a word of God. If I spend enough time with the tiniest creature, even a caterpillar, I would never have to prepare a sermon. So full of God is every creature. – Meister Eckhart

Poem by John Soos
To be of the Earth is to know/the restlessness of being a seed/the darkness of being planted/the struggle toward the light/the pain of growth into the light/the joy of bursting and bearing fruit/the love of being food for someone/the scattering of your seeds/the decay of the seasons/the mystery of death/and the miracle of birth.

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"When we recognize ourselves as a part of the earth community, as the scriptures and mystics have encouraged us to do for centuries, then we begin to see the profound mystery at work in the depths of our own souls as the same sacred mystery at work in the natural world. Being present to the gifts of creation helps to give us insight into paths for our own spiritual growth and into the ways in which God is present to us."


Blessing of Earth
Spirit of the Abundant Earth/Allow me to live in the knowledge that/I am of the earth, from the earth, and returning to the earth.
Tree of Life/Rise up in me, /Rooting me deeply in the ground/And inviting me to extend my branches far into the sky. 
Spirit that rises like bread,/Knead me into the shape you desire for my life/And allow me to be nourishment for others.
Blessings of the earth be upon me./May its taste, smell, and touch remind me of the abundance of God. (Christine Valters Paintner)


Photo Courtesy of  S. Anita H., CSA

Thursday, September 26, 2013

In Honor of St. Francis ~ Reflections on Sister Water!


All praise be Yours, my God, through Sister Water, So useful, humble, precious, and pure.                                  –St. Francis 

Deep peace of the running wave to you, of water flowing, rising and falling, sometimes advancing, sometimes receding . . . May the stream of your life flow unimpeded! Deep peace of the running wave to you. – Celtic Prayer

God is a bright ocean that distills and reveals hidden truth so that my soul has a better understanding of how to trust Love, and this water is a mirror in which You, Eternal Trinity, give me knowledge.  – Catherine of Siena

Selections of the Poem: In Praise of Water by John O’Donohue
The imagination of the primeval ocean where the first forms of life stirred and emerged to dress the vacant earth with warm quilts of color.
The well whose liquid root worked through the long night of clay, trusting ahead of itself openings that would yet yield to its yearning until at last it arises in the desire of light to discover the pure quiver of itself flowing crystal clear and free through delighted emptiness.
The courage of a river to continue belief in the slow fall of ground, always falling farther toward the unseen ocean.
The river does what words would love, keeping its appearance by insisting on disappearance; its only life surrendered to the event of pilgrimage, carrying the origin to the end . . . A ceaseless traverse of presence soothing on each side the stilled fields, sounding out its journey, raising up a buried music where the silence of time becomes almost audible. . .
Let us bless the humility of water, always willing to take the shape of whatever otherness holds it, The buoyancy of water stronger than the deadening, downward drag of gravity, the innocence of water, flowing forth, without thought of what awaits it, the refreshment of water, dissolving t he crystals of thirst. . . Blessed be water, our first mother. (From: To Bless the Space Between Us)

Story: I was sitting on a beach one summer day, watching two children, a boy and a girl, playing in the sand. They were hard at work building an elaborate sand castle by the water’s edge, with gates and towers and moats and internal passages. Just when they had nearly finished their project, a big wave came along and knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand. I expected the children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. But they surprised me. Instead, they ran up the shore away from the water, laughing and holding hands, and sat down to build another castle. I realized that they had taught me an important lesson. All the things in our lives, all the complicated structures we spend so much time and energy creating are built on sand. Only our relationships to other people endure. Sooner or later, the wave will come along and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up. When that happens, only the person who has somebody’s hand to hold will be able to laugh. (Harold Kushner in When All You’ve Ever Wanted Isn’t Enough)

My Story: Once upon a time, I was waiting for a young man to visit.  I stood by the windows of the empty room watching the dark storm clouds move across the sky accompanied by peels of thunder and quick flashes of lightening.  When he entered the room, he joined me at the window to watch this display.  I spoke to him of how I learned not to be afraid of storms – for my father would sit with me on the porch swing and talk to me about the storm. The visitor then told me that when he was a young child growing up in his poor country, he lived in a cardboard box with his brother and grandmother – and when he hears the rain, it reminds him of the sound he heard on the “roof” of his box home.  Silence.


Blessing of Water
“Spirit of Living Water, you hold all of creation in your womb and spring us forward onto the earth at birth.  Spirit of the Tides, remind me of the rise and fall of your rhythms so that I may discover them deep within my own being.Spirit of Greenness, bring moistness and vigor to my life so that I might savor the experience of your energy moving through me out into the world. Blessings of water be upon me. May I be carried by the flow of the great river of life. May I discover a hidden spring within, gushing forth, May I be carried to the shores of the sacred and renewed.” (Christine Valters Paintner from Water, Wind, Earth & Air)                                                                                                                              

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

In Honor of St.Francis ~ A Reflection on Brother Fire!


It is said that at one time Rabbi Lot went to see Rabbi Joseph and said, “Rabbi, as much as I am able, I practice a small rule of life, all the little fasts, some prayer and meditation, and remain quiet, and as much as possible, I keep my thoughts clean.  What else should I do?  Then the old Rabbi Joseph stood up and stretched out his hands toward heaven, and his fingers became like the torches of flame.  And he said, “Why not be turned into fire?”                                        (From the Desert Fathers and Mothers)

“In the spiritual life we keep our practices, spend time in prayer, seek God in all things, and yet at some point even all this is not enough – and we are asked to become fire. Becoming fire means letting our passion for life and beauty ignite us in the world. It means, that we are called  to set the whole world on fire with our passion for God. . . .
• What is the invitation of fire for you this day?
• What is blazing in your heart?
• Where do you need the fire of courage in your life?
• What keeps you from living your life with an awareness of this holy fire within you?
• What ignites you with sacred passion for the world?
• What would it mean for you to truly become fire?


Blessing of Fire
Spirit of Fire, you revealed yourself through the burning bush and the fiery courage of Pentecost.
Fiery Spirit, Source of all creative power, kindle your Holy Spark within me, Breathe into me your Sacred Passion, fill me with your Flame until I have become fire, offering warmth and light to the world.
Spirit of Refining Fire, help me to release what no longer serves me to make room for your light to fill me.
Blessings of fire be upon me; May the light of God illuminate me; and may the flame of love burn  brightly in me.  May I discover each day anew my own hidden fire and enter it fully."  (Christine Valters Paintner: Water, Wind, Earth & Fire)


Tuesday, September 24, 2013

In Honor of St. Francis ~ A Reflection on Brother Wind!



“St. Francis, in his famous prayer, welcomes the wind in all its manifestations and directly associates it with God’s work as Creator.  Brother Wind is seen as the Creator’s fellow-worker, the one who cherishes supports, strengthens, and invigorates other creatures . . . 
The element of wind invites us to ‘open our souls to Being,’ which means opening ourselves to a God who flows in directions we cannot predict.  This element invites us to a radical posture of surrender in releasing our hold on our own plans and making room for God to blow us in the most life-giving direction.” 

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“There are times in our lives when we feel as though we have been caught in the midst of a great storm, buffeted about by life’s unexpected turns.  Winds of change we did not anticipate may rise so suddenly we have trouble regaining our foothold. Each of the elements offers us much beauty to contemplate, but they also offer us an opportunity to meditate on the challenges of our lives and times of suffering when the firm foundation we have come to rely upon is shaken and crumbling.

Storms are an inevitable and unavoidable part of life. Sometimes the most painful part of an experience of suffering or loss is that it causes us to question our understanding of who God is and how God works in the world. Our theological frameworks begin to unravel. When we are faced with a broken relationship, a lost dream, the loss of a job, or the death of someone dear to us, our hearts are broken open.  The winds that come to blow us in a new direction are not always welcome.” 



 Blessing of Wind
"Spirit of Creation, in the beginning you blew over the waters, coaxing the earth up from the depths of the sea, and inviting all creatures to rise up on their own wings.
Spirit of Renewing Life, you breathed into me in my very first moment, invigorate me with your gifts of energy and newness. Continue to breathe expansively in me, inviting me to a vision for what  is possible in my life.

Spirit of Restlessness, stir me from my longing for comfort that so often stifles me, help me to release from the place that keep me stuck, and guide me in the direction you would have me go.

Spirit of the Great Winds, help me to hear your voice in the midst of the whirlwind of my life. Grant me the trust to hold on while I am being buffeted by life’s storms.
Blessings of wind be upon me. May my sails billow wide; May I breathe deeply the gift of inspiration; May I be carried to the place of my resurrection; May I be fully free.” 

(Excerpts from: Water, Wind, Earth & Fire by Christine Valters Paintner)

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Good-bye and Hello!



“It is harvest time. A sense of completion and accomplishment enwraps the land.”  It is at this season that we “kiss” good-bye to summer.  Autumn is the “walkway” between summer and winter.  We (in the northern hemisphere) are slowly being invited into the season of Autumn with cool nights, early sunsets, completion of the growing season, summer flowers’ dried stems and leaves are now slowly bowing to be received into earth’s embrace, numerous grey skies are part of our daily experience, Canadian Geese flying south, people turning inward both physically and mentally with the struggle to deal with more hours of darkness than light.
 It is also the conclusion of the regular baseball season, however, we still have the World Series Championships to go through in October.  Then we are in the midst of football season - would you believe me if I told you that sometimes in churches that homilies are shortened or not preached at all so folks can watch the games?

But with all of this, it is time to put a little slow in our hurry and create a litany of gratitude for all that has been over this season of summer.  I place here a few quotes about autumn to ponder and one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost.
I also have provided you a link to a Harvest Bread – it is the season of apples, zucchini, and pumpkins, oh my.  May you be blessed.
http://www.yummly.com/recipe/Fall-Harvest-Apple_spiked-Pumpkin-Bread-Recipezaar?columns=3&position=4%2F57

Quotes of Autumn:
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. ~Jim Bishop

Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise! ~Mehmet Murat ildan
In autumn, don't go to jewelers to see gold; go to the parks! ~Mehmet Murat ildan

O' pumpkin pie, your time has come 'round again and I am autumnrifically happy! ~Terri Guillemets
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~Albert Camus
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it. ~Lee Maynard

Autumn is the hush before winter. ~French Proverb

Poem: A Leaf Treader by Robert Frost
I have been treading on leaves all day until I am autumn tired
Lord knows all the color and form of leaves I have trodden on and mired
Perhaps I have put forth too much strength or been too fierce from fear...
I have safely trodden underfoot the leaves of another year
All summer long they were overhead more lifted up than I
To come to their final place in earth they had to pass me by
All summer long I thought I heard them whispering under their breath
And when they came it seemed with a will to carry me with them to death
They spoke to the fugitive in my heart as if it were leaf to leaf
They tapped at my eyelids and touched my lips with an invitation to grief
But it was no reason I had to go because they had to go...
Now UP MY KNEE to keep atop another year of snow.


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A Prayer for the Day

Softening the Soul (by Robert J. Wicks)
Lighting a candle
in a dark room
is a small gentle act of peace.

When the match touches the wick,
time slows down
and the race to the future ceases.

Worries are consumed
anxiety burns out
and I sigh deeply.

Watching the flickering light
is a graceful prayer
which eases my stress and lessens my strain.

Finally when the flame goes out
I turn quietly back,
to the events of the day

And find everything changed because of the time
I sat softening my soul
...by candlelight