Savoy France, 1594. Francis and his cousin, Father Louis, head into the Chevelet region on a risky mission from their bishop, bringing the light of the Catholic faith to those blinded by Calvinism. Warned about the dangers they'll face, they find a welcome worse than anyone had imagined. The Saints Adventures of Faith and Courage Francis De Sales Episode 4, Winning Back Souls Listen to all the episodes and discover new shows at thesaintspodcast.com Look Louis, there ahead of us lies Donan. Yes François, the capital city of the Chevelet. Lord God, bless and protect us. Use us, sustain us, give us your words and your love, so that people here will know the true faith. Arends, what are the two of you doing? We are going to Tonneau. From the way you dressed, I assume you're priests. We are. Priests are not wanted here. I'm Father François, and this is Father Louis. Did you hear me? I said priests are not wanted here. There are people of our faith in Tonneau who want our help. Your help is the last thing they need. I'm afraid you're mistaken. Turn around right now and go back where you came from. May I ask your name, sir, and who you are? I'm Jean Corbet, the mayor of Tonneau. I see. So you better heed my words and turn around, right now. I'm afraid we can't do that. What? We are on orders from our bishop. I don't care what kind of orders your bishop gave you. I'm an official of Tonneau, and I'm ordering you to return from whence you came. Are you both deaf? I said leave! We obey higher orders, Monsieur Corbet. If you'd take a moment to listen to us, we could tell you where our orders come from. I don't care where they came from. It's enough for me to know that papers come from hell. Unfortunately, you've been lied to. Lied to? God wants you to know the truth, Monsieur Corbet. This is outrageous. How dare you walk away from me? You're free to accompany us. We can talk on the way. Company you? What fools you are! Fools for Christ. I'm warning you one last time. Turn around and leave the chablé. If you don't, there are those who will make you leave. Come to the town square today and find out about the truth. We will forbid our people to listen. Forbid them the truth? Disgusting Romanists! Burn in hell, both of you! Spit on us! Yes, and so it begins. The Church of Christ Good people, the Calvinist ministers who came to you, claiming to be ambassadors of Jesus Christ, declared a formal divorce between our Lord and the ancient church, his spouse, saying that the whole of Christendom has failed, that the church has erred, and all truth disappeared. Who is this man? A paper's priest! What is this to say but that our Lord has abandoned his church, has broken the sacred tie of marriage he had contracted with her? What nonsense! And to put forth a new church, is it not an attempt to thrust upon this sacred and holy husband a second wife? A second wife? This is what the ministers of the Pretend Church have undertaken. This is what they boast of having done. Blast him! But what an injustice have you not committed in believing them? How did you come to take their word so lightly? Stone him! My shoulder! It goes down! You got him! Now he's down! What are you doing? He's a priest of the Lord! Get these other papers as well! Oswa, are you alright? Stop it! Stop it! It's the name of God! Leave them alone! Soldiers are coming! From Alonze! Go home! All of you! You heard him! Stop stoning these men and get out of here! We're leaving! He's Father François, alright? I think he's unconscious. Are you alright, Father Louis? Yes. Here, take my hand and get on my horse. Grab onto me. What about Father François? Most of the crowd has dispersed. Some of our soldiers will carry him back to Alonze. I'm alright. Here, Father François, onto my horse. The Baron was right to send us here. He was afraid of this. Yes, I'm glad he did. Thank you! Thank you all! Oh! That stings! I'm sorry, Father François. Your wounds are deep. Cleaning them is necessary. I understand. I'm grateful for your help. You're the medic here? Yes. What's your name? Bernard. I have a brother named Bernard. Are you a Catholic? I was born a Catholic, Father. Do you attend Mass? Not for some years. I'm sorry, the wound needs more cleaning. It's wasting. Of course. But I'm done now. I think you'll be fine with some rest. I don't have time to rest. But you must rest, dear Father. I command it. Yes, François. You must. How are you feeling? Sore. But Bernard here has taken good care of me. How are you doing? A little black and blue. I'll leave. Thank you for sending your soldiers, Baron. It looks like you were right. Of course I was right. I told you there are many people in Tonant who wish to see you both dead. Bernard, thank you for all your help. The pleasure is all mine, Father. Will you attend Mass tomorrow morning with me and Father Louis? What? Oui. Bien sûr! Come early so you can say your confession. If you say so, Father. I do. Merci, Bernard. D'accord, bien. Your Excellency. So, am I correct in assuming your sojourn here is over, Father? Definitely not. But we will simply have to think of another way to reach the people. What are you doing, François? Writing about the truth. What do you mean? You're writing a book? No, leaflets. I'm confused. If our opponents will not lend us their ears or are forbidden to listen to us, then we must win over their eyes. It appears this is now the only way to reach their hearts and minds. At least they can read a page or two in their own homes. How will we get them to read these leaflets? We'll slip them under their doors. But first we have to make copies and to do that we must find a printing press. Out here in the wilderness. I'm sure the Baron can help us. Meanwhile I have a confession to make. What's that? I was angry at those people when they started throwing rocks. Well, of course you were angry. So was I. It was evil. No, they're simply misled, Louis. We mustn't have that emotion towards them. We must have love, both of us. Yes. I see now that anger springs only from pride and self-love, which is disturbed and upset at realizing it's imperfect. My only hope of overcoming anger is divine grace and the intervention of the Blessed Mother. You're right. Even though I have a long way to go, she is patient with me. Through her patience, she will help me gain my own patience. And mine. Thank you, Francois. Pray with me, Louis. Dear Blessed Mother Mary, we implore your help to love the people of Donan, to bring them the truth, to free them from ignorance and errors of the mind. Help us to love the Calvinists and show them as well the beauty of the Catholic faith. In Jesus' name, amen. Monsieur Revere here is the best printer and Savoir. Thank you, Baron, for finding him. And thank you, Monsieur Revere, for your help in spreading the truth. I'm grateful I can be of help. Whenever you have another leaflet, Father Francois, I'll have one of my men bring it here and wait until the copies are printed. That would be much appreciated. I'll set aside every other job to get yours printed as quickly as possible. God bless you, sir. Here's the first thing to be printed. Would you like to hear some of it? I would indeed. Absolument. Regarding how the church is immortal and cannot perish, it is said that to escape the holy submission which is owing to the church, that it perished 80 odd years ago, that it is dead and buried, and that the holy light of all true faith extinguished. All this is blasphemy against the passion of our Lord, against His providence, against His goodness, against truth. Excellent. Très bien, Father Francois. But how will you distribute them? Father Louis and I will slip them under doors throughout the chablets. Won't that be dangerous? I suppose. But it must be done. The Mary Beggars is the entertainment division of relevant radio.
