Today, the 4th of October, is the feast of St Francis.
The Sufis speak of Madzubs. The Western Sufi teacher Wali Ali Meyer once described a madzub as “a human being who has an immediate and intimate relationship with the God reality, and who often is absorbed in that realm and at the same time appears strange, incoherent, eccentric, but somehow deeply invested with power. In some cultures madzubs would be treated as sacred treasures, in others treated as if insane.”
And, I think he probably was a bit crazed in other ways, as well. As appears often to be the case. The deeper things about us bleed into other aspects of our being. I guess that’s why they say human beings are messy…
And, with all of it, all of it, Francis was among the most compelling of the generations that have claimed Jesus as their Lord.
Many years ago I ran across a book describing a visit to Japan sometime before the second world war. I don’t recall a lot about it. Except, that is, for one thing. The writer described encountering a small Buddhist society whose members were following an adaptation of the rule of St Francis. I’ve long since lost the book and have never been able to find anything else about this little band, almost certainly consumed in the fires of that second great war.
But who they might have been, their purpose in gathering, and the work they may have taken on, all haunt me to this day.
Today I find myself thinking about him. And, I think of those Buddhists who followed his rule.
Francis has been called the only Christian. Could even be true. Certainly he is one of the most compelling figures in world spiritual history. Small wonder a pope would take his name as an aspiration for his reign. Servant of the servants of God.
As I said, Francis was probably more than a little crazy. And, he had courage most of us can barely conceive of. And grace. And a beauty of possibility.
Rummaging around the web I found an article by a friar, Stephen Lynch, who wrote “A famous Buddhist monk, Professor Yokoi, rector of the Buddhist Zen Institute of Komazawa University in Tokyo, felt St. Francis of Assisi exemplified the three fundamental ideals of Buddhism. He felt that St. Francis was a man without covetousness, without anger, and without delusion.”
That definitely works for me. Well, it works for me mostly.
In Buddhist pop psychology we humans find we are woven out of the demons of covetousness, clinging anger, and delusive certainties. The catch, which I guess makes its more than “pop,” is we do not transmogrify into different creatures. Rather we open other faces of those entities, generosity, clarity, and curiosity.
Hence the magic of that English word “practice.” We practice as in do. But we also practice as in prepare.
To be human is to be aspirational. As we Zen practitioners in the west are fond of saying in paraphrase of our Thirteenth century master, Eihei Dogen, our life and our practice is “one continuous mistake.”
To be human is aspirational.
It is a turning into the world, into our own hearts and minds, into the mess that is community, that is to be a part of this world.
And in this work of turning into the world as the heart of our spiritual practice, I find Francis enormously helpful. Kind of crazy. Totally committed.
And, someone who found something, which he shared with the world.
May we all share in that madness.
Who knows? It might be our saving…