My Secular Franciscan Fraternity has a Franciscan Crown Rosary prayer apostolate. Every Wednesday night, a few of us meet after Mass in our Blessed Sacrament Chapel. The picture of St. Francis on the left hangs on the center of the back wall and faces the Tabernacle. Last week it started getting dark earlier. The wall behind the Tabernacle is all glass windows. The darker it becomes outside, the more vivid the window reflects back into the room. From my seat, I saw that the photo of St. Francis was reflecting back into the chapel from behind the Tabernacle. The reflection was off focus and Francis’ eyes appeared closed. I turned to look over my right shoulder at the wall behind me. The picture is vivid with piercing eyes that seemed to see through me. I turned back to the window and the eyes appeared closed. We continued to recite the Crown Rosary and I began to see Francis’ mouth move. I looked over my shoulder — the vivid image — back to the window — the muted image. Throughout the Crown, it seemed Francis was praying with us. I told my companions once we had completed the Crown. I mentioned it to a few at our fraternity meeting on Saturday.
Today, we celebrated the Feast of the Stigmata. The chapel was full for the Crown and I sat on the other side of the room. The same thing happened. Maybe the image is all in my mind, but, I had the overwhelming feeling that Francis was praying with us. He is also very happy to be facing the Tabernacle.