Lamentations 1:1-6
SERMON
In the Protestant tradition, we tend to think of “the” Reformation as beginning when Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses for an academic disputation to the door of All Saints Church in Wittenberg. The 508th anniversary of that supposed event, Reformation Day, will be Halloween. I don’t know how we are supposed to reenact the Diet of Worms, an important part of the Reformation, with children ringing the doorbell every five minutes, though if you do your candy shopping right, you might offer a diet of worms of a different gummy sort.
You can predict what I am about to say next. We are not certain that exact thing happened on that exact day. Luther did mail his document to Albert of Brandenburg, the Archbishop of Mainz, on October 31st. He may have also posted it on church doors, at All Souls and other parishes, sometime in the following days and weeks, as was customary. But this initial act was not quite as dramatic as tradition would have us believe.
Luther’s was not the first attempt to reform the Christian church, nor would it be the last. We trace our particular history as Congregationalists to the Swiss Reformation, and Huldrych Zwingli. That reform began with what was quite literally a sausage party, though one held during Lent, and so violating the fasting requirements of the Roman church.
Centuries earlier, Peter Abelard advocated for human reason in reading scripture instead of unquestioning belief, and was condemned as a heretic. Italy’s Waldensians refused to baptize infants, and denied transubstantiation, the idea that the bread and wine become actual flesh and blood. The Lollards also rejected transubstantiation, and also, daringly, rejected papal authority.
I could go on, for there were dozens of reforming movement in the regions controlled by the Roman church, and that doesn’t even take into consideration the four patriarchs who never submitted to the patriarch of Rome in the first place, the original tradition we broadly label as the “Orthodox” church.
But this is not a Reformation sermon. Today, we celebrate two contemporary American saints, Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter, and one traditional saint, Francis of Assisi. I’d like to suggest that Francis, in particular, led his own kind of reform movement, and that he did so from a place of brokenness.
We have the stories, the paintings, the various religious orders, from the original Order of Friars Minor to the countless offshoots, as well as Franciscan movements in other traditions. There are Lutheran Franciscans, Anglican Franciscans, and Ecumenical Franciscans, this last group including lay members like our own Crystal.
The stories, some true, some maybe not so much, are lovely, and do what great stories are supposed to do, serve as mirrors so that we can see ourselves, and beyond ourselves the world, connect our tragedies and our blessings, our oppression and our transcendence, to the great story.
It is no surprise that a culture that has lost the ability to read, even to sit through a full length movie, that is drowning in a tsunami of Tik-Tok videos, has lost empathy and relationship. Story has always been about meaning making and connection.
Francis di Bernardone was the son of a wealthy merchant in an age when what we now call Italy was torn with warring factions and city-states. Scholars would eventually lump the largest groups into two broad categories, though in reality the divisions meant little politically. In 1197, the “popolo” party with which the di Bernardone family was aligned initiated a civil war in Assisi, driving the opposing faction from the city and destroying their towers, for as anyone who has been a tourist in northern Italy knows, towers were a thing. The losing faction fled to Perugia.
In 1201, Assisi launched an offensive against Perugia. It did not go well. In fact, by some accounts, it was a slaughter. Francis and many of his companions were captured, and though he was wealthy enough to afford a horse, and therefore was kept with the knights to be ransomed, Francis was traumatized by the experience, and his health declined dangerously while in custody.
Francis was released from the Perugian prison after a little over a year. Back home, he experienced what we now call flashbacks. His sleep was torn by violent dreams. He had post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD.
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