When he ad been preaching to
the people in Rieti in the market place of the city, after the preaching was
finished, the bishop of that city straightway rose up, a man both discreet and
spiritual and said to the people, “The Lord, from the first day in which He
planted and built up His church has always adorned it with holy men, to nourish
it by word and example. But now, in this
latest hour He has adorned it with the poor and despised and unlettered man,
Francis, and therefore are we bound to love and honor the Lord, and beware of
sin. For he has not done after this
manner to any nation.” Having finished
these words, the bishop came down from the place where he had preached and
entered the Cathedral. And Francis
coming to him, throwing himself at his feet, bowed down before him and said, “In
truth I say to you, my lord Bishop, that no man has done so much honor to me in
this life as you have done to me today.
Now those men say, “This is a holy man” attributing to me glory and
sanctity and not to the Creator. But
you, as one discreet, have separated the precious from the vile.”
For when Francis used to be praised and called holy, he
tended to respond to such speeches this way, “I am not yet so secure that I may
not have sons and daughters. For at
whatever hour the Lord should take away from me the treasure which He has
commended to me, what else would remain to me, what else would remain to me but
body and soul, which even infidels have?
No, I ought to believe that if the Lord should have granted so many and
so great gifts to a thief or an infidel as to me they would have been more faithful
to their Lord than I. For, as in the
picture of the Lord and the Virgin painted on wood, the Lord and the Virgin are
honored, and yet the wood and the picture take nothing of it to themselves, so
the servant of God is in a manner a picture of God, wherein God is honored on account of His goodness. But he ought to take nothing of this to
himself, since in respect of God, he is less than the wood and the
picture—rather he is pure nothing. And
therefore unto God alone must the glory and honor be rendered but unto him only
shame and tribulation while he lives among the miseries of this life.”
-Mirror of Perfection, Section IV, Chapter 45
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