St. Francis of Assisi is everybody’s saint: to love him you need not love sanctity: if you love anything at all, you will love St. Francis.
There is a danger in this—the danger that in the dazzle of his personality, his meaning may be lost, and, with his meaning, his usefulness for us. It is right to see him as a man who loved nature, indeed as a man whose love nature seems to have returned. But we miss the point if we do not see nature as only his third love: he loved both God and poverty more.
To set himself free for the love of God, he stripped himself of all things: and in the love of God all things were given back to him at a new level of ecstasy. A generation that has lost joy might do worse than look to him for the formula.
St. Francis of Assisi is everybody’s saint: to love him you need not love sanctity: if you love anything at all, you will love St. Francis.
There is a danger in this—the danger that in the dazzle of his personality, his meaning may be lost, and, with his meaning, his usefulness for us. It is right to see him as a man who loved nature, indeed as a man whose love nature seems to have returned. But we miss the point if we do not see nature as only his third love: he loved both God and poverty more.
To set himself free for the love of God, he stripped himself of all things: and in the love of God all things were given back to him at a new level of ecstasy. A generation that has lost joy might do worse than look to him for the formula.