October 4th has long been one of my favorite days on the calendar. For today is the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi.
St. Francis is one of the most widely known and revered saints of the Catholic church. However, St. Francis himself would not have wanted to be revered at all - for he willingly, even lovingly, gave himself over to a life of poverty, humility and suffering. Yes, suffering...
And perhaps one of the reasons he is so loved is because he lived so lovingly and joyfully. He came from a wealthy family but gladly threw all of that away to live in poverty. He could have lived a regal life yet he set all of that aside to live a life of humility amidst simple folk. He might have lived in comfort and luxury but he chose instead to surrender himself to the Way of suffering.
And he did all of this out of love for God.
As I contemplated beginning this Week of Joy (part of the series on the 7 holy pauses I received), I wondered what I could possibly say about joy.
Perhaps my first observation is that I do not believe that true joy can exist apart from God.
I am not suggesting, of course, that joy can only be experienced in the context of religious events. Not at all. Rather I am suggesting that when we feel true joy it is an experience (or a glimpse of an experience) of God, whether we recognize it as such or not.
Furthermore, once our hearts have become pure (i.e. have all of the muck cleaned out of them by God's grace), we begin to experience God in a great many more ways, some of them rather unexpected. We may notice, for example, that we experience God (and joy) more in giving than receiving - though our human nature might expect it to be the opposite.
Joy may come to us even during times of suffering, especially when that suffering is embraced as part of our gift of self to God.
And so, tonight, I share with you a story about the teaching of St. Francis on "perfect joy". (For those unfamiliar, the "Friars Minor" were what the followers of St. Francis came to be called.)
One winter day St. Francis was coming to St. Mary of the Angels from Perugia with Brother Leo, and the bitter cold made them suffer keenly. St. Francis called to Brother Leo, who was walking a bit ahead of him, and he said: "Brother Leo, even if the Friars Minor in every country give a great example of holiness and integrity and good edification, nevertheless write down and note carefully that perfect joy is not in that."
And when he had walked on a bit, St. Francis called him again, saying: "Brother Leo, even if a Friar Minor gives sight to the blind, heals the paralyzed, drives out devils, gives hearing back to the deaf, makes the lame walk, and restores speech to the dumb, and what is still more, brings back to life a man who has been dead four days, write that perfect joy is not in that."
And going on a bit, St. Francis cried out again in a strong voice: "Brother Leo, if a Friar Minor knew all languages and all sciences and Scripture, if he also knew how to prophesy and to reveal not only the future but also the secrets of the consciences and minds of others, write down and note carefully that perfect joy is not in that."
And as they walked on, after a while St. Francis called again forcefully: 'Brother Leo, Little Lamb of God, even if a Friar minor could speak with the voice of an angel, and knew the courses of the stars and the powers of herbs, and knew all about the treasures in the earth, and if he knew the qualities of birds and fishes, animals, humans, roots, trees, rocks, and waters, write down and note carefully that true joy is not in that."
And going on a bit farther, St. Francis called again strongly: "Brother Leo, even if a Friar Minor could preach so well that he should convert all infidels to the faith of Christ, write that perfect joy is not there."
Now when he had been talking this way for a distance of two miles, Brother Leo in great amazement asked him: "Father, I beg you in God's name to tell me where perfect joy is."
And St. Francis replied: "When we come to St. Mary of the Angels, soaked by the rain and frozen by the cold, all soiled with mud and suffering from hunger, and we ring at the gate of the Place and the brother porter comes and says angrily: 'Who are you?' And we say: 'We are two of your brothers.' And he contradicts us, saying: 'You are not telling the truth. Rather you are two rascals who go around deceiving people and stealing what they give to the poor. Go away' And he does not open for us, but makes us stand outside in the snow and rain, cold and hungry, until night falls-then if we endure all those insults and cruel rebuffs patiently, without being troubled and without complaining, and if we reflect humbly and charitably that that porter really knows us and that God makes him speak against us, oh, Brother Leo, write that perfect joy is there!
'And if we continue to knock, and the porter comes out in anger, and drives us away with curses and hard blows like bothersome scoundrels, saying; 'Get away from here, you dirty thieves-go to the hospital! Who do you think you are? You certainly won't eat or sleep here'--and if we bear it patiently and take the insults with joy and love in our hearts, Oh, Brother Leo, write that that is perfect joy!
And if later, suffering intensely from hunger and the painful cold, with night falling, we still knock and call, and crying loudly beg them to open for us and let us come in for the love of God, and he grows still more angry and says: 'Those fellows are bold and shameless ruffians. I'll give them what they deserve.' And he comes out with a knotty club, and grasping us by the cowl throws us onto the ground, rolling us in the mud and snow, and beats us with that club so much that he covers our bodies with wounds--if we endure all those evils and insults and blows with joy and patience, reflecting that we must accept and bear the sufferings of the Blessed Christ patiently for love of Him, oh, Brother Leo, write: that is perfect joy!
'And now hear the conclusion, Brother Leo. Above all the graces and gifts of the Holy Spirit which Christ gives to His friends is that of conquering oneself and willingly enduring sufferings, insults, humiliations, and hardships for the love of Christ. For we cannot glory in all those other marvelous gifts of God, as they are not ours but God's, as the Apostle says: 'What have you that you have not received?' But we can glory in the cross of tribulations and afflictions, because that is ours, and so the Apostle says: 'I will not glory save in the Cross of Our Lord Jesus Christ.'"
To whom be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.
(Excerpt from the Little Flowers of St. Francis)
(For this next week, God willing, I will post daily on Joy. Your comments and contributions are welcome and may be e-mailed to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.)