I am on retreat with the Sisters
and Associates of St. Francis.
I have retreated to a convent
of that dangerous pacifist,
Francis, one-time soldier,
who never urged his followers
to be soldiers of Christ,
who anti-Crusade, sat in a tent
with the Sultan of Egypt and talked about peace.
Did you know that if the medieval Church
had not been so infatuated with Thomas Aquinas,
we would now have no hell-breathing televangelists?
That’s what our speaker says.
If Franciscan theology had gotten the upper hand,
sin and redemption would be mere footnotes
to a happier Christian story.
If the Church had not been mired in fear,
joy in Creation and
joy in Incarnation
would be our heritage.
It’s not too late.
Franciscans are feisty.
Every day we pour out of the chapel
conspiratorily, plotting to take back
our rightful place.
Our battle cry is “Lord,
make me an instrument of your peace!”