October
4th, Feast of St. Francis
The Poor Man of Assisi is often
called the Mirror of Christ, for he was as another Christ (alter Christus)
present among us. St. Francis was a true Christian, “Christ-like” to the core.
G.K. Chesterton, in his
excellent work on the Saint, makes the following observation (very much in his
classic, witty fashion): If St. Francis is said to be like Christ, then Christ
must necessary be just so much like St. Francis.
The following paragraphs are
excerpts from the eighth chapter of G.K. Chesterton’s excellent biography of
St. Francis (which can be read online [here]).
St.
Francis like Christ, Christ like St. Francis
The difference between Christ and Saint Francis was the
difference between the Creator and the creature; and certainly no creature was
ever so conscious of that colossal contrast as Saint Francis himself. But
subject to this understanding, it is perfectly true and it is vitally important
that Christ was the pattern on which Saint Francis sought to fashion himself;
and that at many points their human and historical lives were even curiously
coincident; and above all, that compared to most of us at least Saint Francis
is a most sublime approximation to his Master, and, even in being an
intermediary and a reflection, is a splendid and yet a merciful Mirror of
Christ.
If Saint Francis was like Christ, Christ was to that extent
like Saint Francis. And my present point is that it is really very enlightening
to realise that Christ was like Saint Francis. What I mean is this; that if men
find certain riddles and hard sayings in the story of Galilee, and if they find
the answers to those riddles in the story of Assisi, it really does show that a
secret has been handed down in one religious tradition and no other. It shows
that the casket that was locked in Palestine can be unlocked in Umbria; for the
Church is the keeper of the keys.
Sister
moon is easier to gaze upon than brother sun
Now in truth while it has always seemed natural to explain
Saint Francis in the light of Christ, it has not occurred to many people to
explain Christ in the light of Saint Francis. Perhaps the word
"light" is not here the proper metaphor; but the same truth is
admitted in the accepted metaphor of the mirror. Saint Francis is the mirror of
Christ rather as the moon is the mirror of the sun. The moon is much smaller
than the sun, but it is also much nearer to us; and being less vivid it is more
visible. Exactly in the same sense Saint Francis is nearer to us, and being a
mere man like ourselves is in that sense more imaginable. Being necessarily
less of a mystery, he does not, for us, so much open his mouth in mysteries.
Yet as a matter of fact, many minor things that seem
mysteries in the mouth of Christ would seem merely characteristic paradoxes in
the mouth of Saint Francis. It seems natural to reread the more remote
incidents with the help of the more recent ones.
It is a truism to say that Christ lived before Christianity;
and it follows that as a historical figure. He is a figure in heathen history.
I mean that the medium in which He moved was not the medium of Christendom but
of the old pagan empire; and from that alone, not to mention the distance of
time, it follows that His circumstances are more alien to us than those of an
Italian monk such as we might meet even to-day. I suppose the most
authoritative commentary can hardly be certain of the current or conventional
weight of all His words or phrases; of which of them would then have seemed a
common allusion and which a strange fancy. This archaic setting has left many
of the sayings standing like hieroglyphics and subject to many and peculiar
individual interpretations.
Yet it is true of almost any of them that if we simply
translate them into the Umbrian dialect of the first Franciscans, they would
seem like any other part of the Franciscans story; doubtless in one sense
fantastic, but quite familiar.
St.
Francis, Pray for us!
My favourite GK remark about the Seraphic Father is actually from his book on St. Thomas Aquinas:
ReplyDelete"He was what American millionaires and gangsters call a live wire. It is typical of the mechanistic moderns that, even when they try to imagine a live thing, they can only think of a mechanical metaphor from a dead thing. There is such a thing as a live worm; but there is no such thing as a live wire. St. Francis would have heartily agreed that he was a worm; but he was a very live worm. Greatest of all foes to the go-getting ideal, he had certainly abandoned getting, but he was still going."