Monday Meeting — Pope Francis Stops to Give a Blessing

Pope Francis is a Daily Saint no matter the religion, if any, you follow.

The pope once again demonstrated his love and sense of humanity by stopping his car to get out and bless a disabled woman brought on a gurney to the side of the road.

The family in Calabria, Italy, had hung large banners on roadside buildings saying, “Francesco Stop! Here is an angel,” and “Dear Papa, Bless our young Roberta.”

Pamela Mauro, the woman’s sister, said she had little hope that her signs would cause the pontiff to stop, but as he traveled in a motorcade in the backseat of a Ford Focus, the car slowed, and he quickly emerged and began to bless Roberta, along with the two children in the group.


Video: Ivan Parfenie
Source: Kindness Blog

My Journey with St. Francis, the Jesuits & Pope Francis – Part I

St. Francis  by Jose de Ribera

A Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi

“Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon,
Where there is doubt, faith,
Where there is despair, hope,
Where there is darkness, light, and
where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled, as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive –
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.”

Habemus Papam Franciscum

We have Pope Francis.

As I watched the breaking news, I put my head down and smiled, tracing the bracelet on my wrist. I wear the Möbius bracelet, engraved with the Prayer of St. Francis, to remind myself of my purpose.

“Preach the Gospel at all times, and when necessary, use words.” ~ St. Francis of Assisi

The Poor Man of Assisi became a living prayer. St. Francis, who by embracing the poor and the marginalized of the world, affirms the light that is within each of us.

“All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.” ~ St. Francis of Assisi

Those marginalized human beings who I journey with as a counselor or as a volunteer – the lonely, the poor, the dying, the mentally ill, the abused, the ostracized, the forgotten. Seeing with the eyes of the heart. Where I look, in a sense, my heart sees unconditional acceptance and positive regard. Difficult? Sometimes. Necessary? Always.

Remember one of my previous posts, “She Who Hears the Cries of the World?” St. Francis knew of that light within each of us. Chaplain Susan knew. And with St. Francis’ help, so will I.

“Where there is darkness, light.”

Rev. Murray Bodo, O.F.M., in his book, “The Threefold Way of St. Francis,” (Paulist Press, 2000) reminds us, “The world’s greatest lovers have not been Don Juans and Casanovas, but Schweitzers, Gandhis, Helen Kellers and such saints as Francis of Assisi… True love…is free from jealousy, boastfulness, arrogance and rudeness; that it can bear all things, hope, and endure.” (p. 7)

“Where there is hatred, let me sow love.”

When we embrace the poor and the rejected with compassion, we are actually ‘suffering with’ that person and in community with all human beings. And when we embrace them (…wings?…), we are, together, a living prayer. ‘I am one, but I am many.’

Later this year, I am blessed to take part in a week-long healthcare renewal retreat called “The Art of Presence.” It promises ‘renewal, respite and reflection’ as I am reminded of the sacredness of my calling in the giving of compassionate presence as a counselor. I so need this discernment for the next part of my journey, and I have no doubt that it will be shown to me.

Especially since the retreat will be held in a place called Assisi. Assisi, Italy. St. Francis’ birthplace. St. Francis’ place of burial, in the crypt of the Papal Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi.

My pilgrimage.

My journey that will take me onto the same cobblestone streets where St. Francis walked, prayed and healed. Where I can best offer my gratitude for all blessings received (and they are many) in this life, and where I can best humbly ask for guidance, strength and wisdom in providing compassionate presence to those most in need.

This  wayfarer – this pilgrim – this journeyer – seeks the essence of St. Francis in the place where his sacred work began.  Even though I carry St. Francis inside my soul, my heart wants to see his birthplace.  Perhaps it will be my birthplace as well.

“Make me an instrument of Your peace…”

Pax vobiscum. May peace be with you.