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Follow me
.... This
extreme departure from the "religious" conventions provoked extreme reactions.
Yet, soon Francis found himself with eleven followers. He went to Pope
Innocent III to beg his blessing - and, after initial confusion, received
it. In the seventeen years that remained of his life on earth, thousands
came to follow Francis. He was an inspiration, not an organisation. Like
the queen bee in a hive whom the workers touch to receive their mandate,
Francis communicated by example, and of the thousands who "ran after him"
- only a small number saw him frequently - or at all.
.... In the resulting chaos, Innocent
III's successor, Honorious III, encouraged the Cardinal Bishop of Ostia,
[traditionally, the prelate who crowned the Emperor in the name of the
Church], to be a guide and support to Francis. This was Hugolino de Segni
dei Conti, a nephew of Innocent III, who was later to become Pope Gregory
IX. The scurrile Franciscan chronicler, Salimbene, accuses Hugolino of
having an illegitimate son whom he later promoted to the Cardinalate.
Yet Hugolino loved Francis and venerated Clare. He was involved in assisting
and "regularising" the new religious movements in the Church. As Pope,
he thoroughly revised the Church's law - [the book of the Decretals].
He was in every way, a remarkable man, but it is questionable if he understood
those whom he loved so devotedly.
.... He persuaded Francis to appoint
a vicar who would govern the order in his stead, and after the short terms
of Peter Catani, [who died], and Gregory of Narni, [who exacerbated the
brethren whilst Francis went on a mission to the Holy Land], the lot fell
on the highly capable and subsequently unscrupulous, Elias of Cortona
who was to build the great church that stands over Francis' relics.
.... Francis could not betray the
Gospel, but neither could he betray the Church which was the visible,
if scarred, face of Christ on earth.
.... He tried to run away from the
nightmare he had helped to create. He went on pilgrimage to Compostella,
he went to Al Kamal, the Sultan of Egypt and the Holy Land, and virtually
converted him, and he hid away in caves and hermitages, and on islands.
.... Ultimately, he accepted the
gift of Mount Alvernia. Here, in 1224, whilst keeping a time of fasting
in honour of St Michael, he received in prayer, a vision of the Crucified
Lord in the form of a Seraph, who imprinted visibly in his flesh, the
wounds of the Crucified and Risen Jesus.
.... Though in pain, nearly blind,
and suffering from what were in all, probably, a number of different,
fatal illnesses, serenity came into his soul. He was able to praise God
for everything that existed, even in a wattle hut invaded by real, or
diabolically imaginary mice.
.... Francis was the fully integrated
person of the Gospel. He transcended male and female, slave and free.
When he spoke of Jesus he saw himself as a brother and friend and mother.
....
"We are servants and should be subject to every human creature
for God's sake. On all those who do this and endure to the last the Spirit
of God will rest, he will make his dwelling in them and there he will
stay, and they will be the children of your father in Heaven whose work
they do. It is they who are the brides, the brothers and the mothers of
our Lord Jesus Christ. A person is a bride when his faithful soul is united
with Jesus Christ by the Holy Spirit; we are his brothers when we do the
will of his Father who is in heaven, and we are mothers when we enthrone
him in our hearts and souls by love with a pure and sincere conscience,
and give birth to him by doing good..." [Letter to all the Faithful]
....
In the Christmas of 1223 he had made
his way to Greccio. He wanted to make the littleness and poverty of the
Incarnation real for others. In a cave on a hillside, above Greccio, Francis
had a Mass celebrated between an ox and an ass. Since he was a deacon,
he preached after the Gospel - imitating the baa of the lamb every time
he said the word Bethlehem. From start to finish, Francis was beautifully
crazy.
....
When he knew that the end was near,
he had a new verse added to the Canticle of the Creatures. "Welcome, Sister
Death." He had himself stripped, laid on the bare earth and sprinkled
with ashes whilst, with his wounded hand he concealed the wound in his
side. He blest his brothers. A generous benefactor Jacopa de Settisoli
[an old and aristocratic Roman widow whom Francis insisted on calling
his brother] came unsummoned, with the necessities for his burial - and,
woman-like, with the marzipan of which Francis was fond. He ate some and
sent for Brother Bernard, saying, "This food would do Brother Bernard
good, too."
....
He recited Psalm 141, With all my
voice I cry to the Lord," with the wonderful concluding prayer, "Bring
my soul out of this prison and then I shall praise your name. Around me
the just shall assemble, because of your goodness to me." So he died,
as he had lived - singing. And that evening the larks of Assisi rose up
around the Portiuncula where his body lay, in a great chorus of song.
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