Francis not merely could not endure these grimaces of false piety, he actually counted mirth and joy in the number of religious duties.
How shall one be melancholy who has in the heart an inexhaustible treasure of life and truth which only increases as one draws upon it?
How be sad when in spite of falls one never ceases to make progress?
The pious soul which grows and develops has a joy like that of the child, happy in feeling its weak little limbs growing strong and permitting it every day a further exertion.
The word joy is perhaps that which comes most often to the pen of the Franciscan authors;[16] the master went so far as to make it one of the precepts of the Rule.[17] He was too good a general not to know that a joyous army is always a victorious army.

In the history of the early Franciscan missions there are bursts of laughter which ring out high and clear.[18] For that matter, we are apt to imagine the Middle Ages as much more melancholy than they really were.

Men suffered much in those days, but the idea of grief being never separated from that of penalty, suffering was either an expiation or a test, and sorrow thus regarded loses its sting; light and hope shine through it.
Francis drew a part of his joy from the communion.

He gave to the sacrament of the eucharist that worship imbued with unutterable emotion, with joyful tears, which has aided some of the noblest of human souls to endure the burden and heat of the day.[19] The letter of the dogma was not fixed in the thirteenth century as it is to-day, but all that is beautiful, true, potent, eternal in the mystical feast instituted by Jesus was then alive in every heart.
The eucharist was truly the viaticum of the soul.

Like the pilgrims of Emmaus long ago, in the hour when the shades of evening fall and a vague sadness invades the soul, when the phantoms of the night awake and seem to loom up behind all our thoughts, our fathers saw the divine and mysterious Companion coming toward them; they drank in his words, they felt his strength descending upon their hearts, all their inward being warmed again, and again they whispered, "Abide with us, Lord, for the day is far spent and the night approacheth." And often their prayer was heard.
FOOTNOTES: [1] 1 Cel., 62.
[2] 1 Cel., 66; cf.Bon., 180; 1 Cel., 67; cf.Bon., 182; 1 Cel., 69; Bon., 183.