Once upon a time, about 10 years ago, a wave of question-asking was swelling. People were trying to intentionally come to grips with the Christian story within a western world that was changing.
A young generation was arising. And it wasn’t rejecting the faith of its mothers and fathers, but it was in a liminal space between desiring to follow Jesus while old ways of speaking and living the gospel no longer worked for it.
And so there was an Emergent theological conversation. And so there was the growth of conservative Reformed movements. And so there were faith experiments like reImagine in San Francisco. And so there was the new monasticism in Durham.
Now I’m finding that books are falling into my hands that narrate the experience of this generation—the creative writing of people who aren’t theologians but who have walked the path of conversion within the Christian faith, conversions to new expressions of what they have always held dear.
A few years ago it was Blue Like Jazz. Earlier this year it was Rachel Held Evans, Evolving in Monkey Town. Now it is a work of fiction, Chasing Francis by Ian Morgan Cron.
Chase is the main character and narrator. He is a late 30s church planter turned mega-church pastor whose faith is about to collapse. The God he has constructed cannot withstand the onslaughts of the real world.
His emotional and spiritual bankruptcy erupts in an impromptu moment during a Sunday morning sermon, an outburst that earns him a leave of absence.
He ends up in Italy with his cousin Kenny, a Franciscan monk, who wants to lead him on a pilgrimage of sorts to find the way of Jesus as lived by St. Francis of Assisi.
The book is about his pilgrimage and transformation.
Readers of this story will find themselves stirred, given a (re)new(ed) vision of the gospel, and instructed in how the life of Francis might serve as a call to live the gospel in our own world in such a way that our light would shine before people and they might turn to glorify our Father in heaven.
This story encourages Christian leaders to minister beginning “at the ragged edges of our own pain,” from within “the joy and wreckage of life.” The polished image might help you build a movement, but reality fosters growth and transformation.
An encounter with a musician sets the stage for Chase to realize that art and beauty are means by which God is known and seen and felt. At its best, art is not giving us pictures of God who is light, but showing us that the light illuminates the darkness.
In these and other moments, the book helps weave a tapestry of a rich and variegated gospel, touching all creation. Its vision is a kingdom vision, a daring call to live “as if”: as if this world is where God’s kingdom come and will is done, as if the resurrection changes everything, as if there is a wealth from heaven that makes good on what earthly riches can only mimic and mock.
Quoting from St. Francis and the Foolishness of God, the story hammers home the need to proclaim a gospel message that emanates from our lives. This resonated deeply with me, especially as there was a discussion on this blog last week about the value of apologetics—and how the apologetic of a life faithfully lived might be more compelling in our day than an apologetic of an argument well articulated.
The main themes of the book I found convincing and compelling. They struck a chord with me, likely because I am breathing the same post-conservative evangelical air as the main character in the novel, the Anglican priest who wrote it, and many others in American Christianity.
Throughout, the words and works of Francis are described using terms that will make evident their applicability to Christians living in a power-wielding consumer culture.
The strengths of the book and themes outlined above weave well with the story, but I found myself jarred at several points by theologically thin conversations, advocacy of spiritual forms I don’t necessarily find compelling, too obvious an attempt to work in historical summaries, and once or twice by sloppy editing.
On theologically thin conversations, here is an example: the significance of going on pilgrimage to a holy place was likened to the exhilaration of being present at a ballpark where some historic moment had occurred. I thought that if this was what pilgrimage was all about that a U2 concert in Fenway Park would be just as good as heading to Jerusalem, but I’m not sure that’s the case.
There was also some extolling of the idea of a great chain of being in a way that I wasn’t all that thrilled with.
The advocacy of liturgy wasn’t all that compelling to me. I’ve been there. I appreciate it. I know there is a trend in that direction especially among conservative evangelicals, but it doesn’t work for me and thus felt a bit forced.
This book is an entry into the life and practices of St. Francis via the journey of its main character. Especially early on in the book Cron uses the literary device of Chase writing in his journal to give us data about St. Francis. That felt contrived. The whole point of writing a story is to show us so that you don’t have to tell us.
That and the final speech Chase makes when returning to his church felt too self-conscious about trying to be preachy about Francis rather than showing us the value and worth of Francis’ piety. I don’t care about Francis as such, and don’t think Francis wants me to. The book showed me that Francis’ practice and piety are compelling, and those effects of the gospel should have stayed the focus at these other junctures in the book.
In spite of these weaknesses, however, the book comes off as a good story that presents a compelling picture of a saint of the church who has a radical message for the church of today—radical because Francis dared to believe that Jesus meant what he said. Be peacemakers. (Really.) Don’t worry about your money—you can’t serve that master and God. (Really.)
When the book closes we discover, if we hadn’t already, that the whole is a gospel story. The book’s opening epigraph cites the first few lines of Dante’s Inferno. The last lines cite the final lines of that same book. And so the story of Chase becomes a story of a descent into Hell, a baptism into death, and coming out again into newness of life.
My advice? Take and read.
Disclosure: This review is part of #ChasingFrancisSpeakEasy. I received a free copy of this book in return for reviewing the book on my blog. This book was provided without any requirement that the review be positive.