The first Creche
Now I am not sure that
this is all true, but there are enough letters and statements to make
me believe it is close enough. Since there are other stories of
Beloved Francis that are legends; why should I not believe this? This
is the story as told to me of the first Creche.
In 1223 Beloved Francis
was to be at the celebration of the Christmas Midnight Mass in a
small mountainside village in Italy. Christmas was a difficult time
for the common folk then. They were herded into cathedrals to watch
the “holy” people receive the Mass. It was hard for St. Francis
to watch the “holy” ones be impressed with themselves while
having no mind for the common folk assembled. What could such an
experience mean for them? Surely it told them nothing of God's love
for them; or the sacrifice of a loving God becoming human in order to
show humans the Way.
Christmas in this little
village with a little chapel where most could not even get inside to
witness the Midnight Mass was travesty that bothered Beloved Francis.
He pondered in frustration on how could the people KNOW what he knew
of the Nativity of the Babe of Bethlehem. Then the Holy Spirit
“whispered in his ear”. He found a perfect cleft in the
mountainside where he set up an altar, found a manger, and he
gathered hay. It is said at this point that the good folk took up the
work and following his lead began to help with the construction so that they
could enact with animals and all the Birth of Jesus our Adonai.
I was told they ran and
called to each other in excitement, women sang to each other as they
created simple clothing of Bethlehem, and the mountainside was alive
with folks running with torches and shouting in anticipation. An
infant Jesus was fashioned with great love.
And then
it all
came
together.
Something powerful
happened that dark cold night under the stars as Beloved Francis read
the Gospel and preached to the villagers gathered. There was
spontaneous breaking out in hymns and chants. I was told that most
people noticed a radiance they had never know in the area. Something
so profound happened that people continued to run to see, and even
the “high- holy” ones came outside with the rest of the
villagers, and the cows, and the sheep, and the smells and the cold:
and the Mass was brought to the people for the first time ever in
that village. All were touched that night, and none remained
unchanged. Soldiers gave up war, thieves became monks, the rich
became benefactors, and the holy ones gave their hearts of stone to
God to exchange for hearts of Love.
How can we ever know what
they experienced? How do we see the stars for the street lights? How
can we feel the cold with our Orvis jackets and Frost Line hats?
Where do we find Jesus among the shoppers, and will the Church
leaders again bring the Mass to the people?
We are Franciscans. We
will find a way where there is no way.