Friday, September 10. 2010

Dear God,

I am revisiting St. Francis of Assisi as I read the book entitled, Chasing Francis. It's about a burnt out pastor of a megachurch who begins to doubt his own beliefs. In a race against total collapse, he turns to his uncle who happens to be a Franciscan monk in Italy. As he spends time with the community and the monastic way of living he begins writing letters to St. Francis much the same way I write you.

While I want to question how a monk in the 13th century can answer contemporary questions, I have to stop and remember how he answered my own doubts, fears and inquiries while I was on my clergy renewal leave five years ago. How well I remember our conversations when he spoke at monasteries high above the clouds, at his burial site in the Basilica of St. Francis, on the streets of Assisi and in remote rock formations where he spent much time in prayer and meditation. This mystical pilgrim still speaks to me as I have carried him within me for more than 30 years.

As I listen to the dilemma of a weary and worn pastor, I find myself in the middle of their discourse. What I hear and see is refreshing to my spirit.

You, Great God of Heaven and Earth,
you alone transcend
time and space
to speak to
seeking children.
As I consider
our need
to know more,
to make connection
with eternity
and touch things unseen,
I realize
the gift
you give
to bless us.
May I
bring joy
to you
as I listen,
respond and act
on your behalf.

Love, Andrea