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I said "You are gods, sons of the Most High

"But you shall die like men and fall like princes. "

OF GODS AND MEN

Lord, open my lips

And my mouth will proclaim your praise

Aspirin...

And cough syrup.

There's hot tea.

Help me, Papa.

- Brother Luc. - Nouredine, labesse?

And you?

Saturday is Jamel's khtana.

Will there be a party?

You're all invited.

- Will you come? - I'd love to.

See you later. Take care.

Yes, you too.

Little brat! You're here?

Not at school today?

Good.

It's almost dry.

Stop with the bandages.

Be sure to keep her out of the sun.

That would be dangerous. Forbidden.

Otherwise, all's well.

Little kiss.

What else?

I see.

It's serious.

Be right back.

Asleep, brother?

Here.

Guide us in the straight path,

the path of those whom Thou hast blessed,

not those against whom Thou art wrathful,

nor those who are astray.

Amen.

The Messenger believes in what was sent down to him

from his Lord, and the believers:

each one believes in God, His angels, His Books and His Messengers.

We make no division between any one of His Messengers.

They say: "We hear and obey.

"Lord, grant us Thy forgiveness.

"Unto Thee is the homecoming. "

God charges no soul save to its capacity.

It will be rewarded for good it has done

and punished for evil it has done.

Lord, take us not to task if we forget or make mistake.

Lord, charge us not with a load

such as Thou didst lay upon those before us.

Lord, do not burden us beyond what we have the strength to bear.

And pardon us, and forgive us

and have mercy on us.

Thou art our Protector.

And help us against the people of the unbelievers.

How do you know when you're in love?

There's...

something inside you that comes alive.

The presence of someone.

It's irrepressible and makes your heart beat faster, usually.

It's an attraction, a desire...

It's very beautiful.

No use asking too many questions.

It just happens.

Things are as usual, then suddenly...

happiness arrives, or the hope of it. It's lots of things.

But you're in turmoil.

Great turmoil.

Especially the first time.

Your father spoke to me about Khaled.

My father speaks too much.

I don't want that.

I feel none of the things you mentioned when I see Khaled.

That means it's not very serious.

My father wants it, not me.

That's another problem.

Ever been in love?

Several times, yes.

And then I encountered another love, even greater.

And I answered that love.

It's been a while now.

Over 60 years.

Here, you have to put your son's address.

He's no longer at home?

He lives far away now.

Abdallah...

Taroudi.

13 rue...

d'Etretat.

Le Havre.

And here they ask for two photos.

Do you have photos?

Listen, Tuesday we're going to the market.

We can take you along.

And have photos taken.

Okay?

My cousin from Mostaganem...

They killed her granddaughter.

This afternoon.

She's 18. Samira.

They stabbed her on the bus.

Right in the heart.

Those dogs.

They threw her out like a dog.

And for a veil!

She didn't wear the hijab.

What's the problem with these people? It's beyond me.

Is that normal?

God says in the Koran:

You kill your brother, you go to hell.

They say they're religious. They've never read the Koran.

In the Koran, it's written down.

Does it make sense to you?

Look at France.

Schoolgirls make an uproar

about wearing a veil.

The world's gone mad, Christian.

True.

They're killing imams too.

Yesterday they killed an imam in the street.

Where are we going?

I don't know who these people are. Only God knows.

This is new. No one understands.

Who's killing who?

We'll pray for Samira and her family.

May she go to Heaven.

It's not mine.

Whose then?

The haji's.

Get lost!

Kill him!

Beat it!

Are you stupid?

Christian!

They killed the Croatians!

Our friends, the workers.

Throats slashed, all of them.

You need military protection.

That is not an option.

How can you say that? Those men were killed nearby!

The atrocities will continue.

The Wali's offer deserves to be discussed.

There are families here. Think of them.

I made my decision. I refuse.

Let's speak inside.

We'll lock the gate at 7:30 and take no night calls.

Do you think that's enough?

You don't know them.

Try to make him see reason.

Is your phone working?

We can't complain.

Call us before it's too late.

Because he is with us in this time of violence,

let us not dream that he is everywhere,

other than where we die

Let us make haste

Let us draw patience from him

Let us turn to the Man of Sorrows

who beckons us from the cross

Because he is with us as on Easter morn,

let us not forgo

the blood he shed

Let us break the bread

Let us drink from the chalice of passage

Let us greet the one who sacrificed himself

by loving us until the end

Through him, with him and in him,

you shall receive, Almighty Father,

in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

all glory and honor, forever and ever.

How could you decide this without consulting us?

All our lives are at stake.

What would you have done?

I'd have let everyone speak and listened to each position.

To answer what, in the end?

The answer doesn't matter.

The very principle of community is compromised by your attitude.

Who wants the army present in the monastery?

You refuse to understand what we're saying.

I do understand!

None of us chose to live here,

to be protected by a corrupt government.

Christian,

we didn't elect you to decide on your own.

And if they come here?

We lie down and die?

It's a risk.

We were called to live here.

In this country, with these people,

who are also afraid.

We'll live with this unknown, yes.

I didn't come here to commit collective suicide.

Maybe we can try to figure out

what each of us could do, if they came here.

What's there to do?

Look at the Croatians.

Play hide-and-seek.

Cough.

Once more.

You'll outlive us all.

Hello, haji.

Still got your head?

I don't care. They can have my head.

May I?

Sure. Be my guest.

The roads are blocked.

I won't go to Meznir today.

Not after what happened.

We don't need anything. I'll let you know.

Christmas is in a week.

You know it's important for us to be here together.

Thanks again.

Talk to you soon.

Accepting our powerlessness and our extreme poverty

is an invitation, an urgent appeal to create with others

relationships not based on power.

Recognizing my weaknesses, I accept those of others.

I can bear them, make them mine

in imitation of Christ.

Such an attitude transforms us for our mission.

Weakness in itself is not a virtue,

but the expression of a fundamental reality

which must constantly be refashioned by faith,

hope and love.

The apostle's weakness is like Christ's,

rooted in the mystery of Easter

and the strength of the spirit.

It is neither passivity

nor resignation.

It requires great courage

and incites one to defend justice and truth

and to denounce the temptation

of force and power.

End of article.

New article.

By Carlo Carretto,

"The God Who is Coming".

Often throughout my life

I've wondered how God could act so strangely.

Why does he stay silent so long?

Why is faith so bitter?

And nothing exists except love,

except love which now begins

By separating sand from water

God has prepared earth like a cradle

For his coming from above

This is the night,

happy night in Palestine

And nothing exists except the Child,

except the Child of life divine

What do you want?

Are you the Pope?

Where's the Pope?

There's no Pope here.

Your leader.

His name!

Brother Christian.

Who are you?

Ali.

Here he is.

This is Christian.

What do you want?

This is a house of peace.

Are you Christian?

No weapons allowed here.

If you wish to speak, you must leave them outside.

Please.

I never part with mine.

Follow me. We'll talk outside.

I need the doc.

He has to come with us.

Impossible.

I have 3 men wounded an hour away.

He can't leave here. He's sick. He's old and asthmatic.

Brother Luc sees patients at the clinic.

He tends to everyone who needs his help.

Their identity is not an issue and never will be.

That's all.

So you can give us medicine.

We're short on supplies.

We see 100 villagers a day.

Enough!

You have no choice!

Yes.

I do.

We can't give what we don't have.

Ask your brothers in the village. We live modestly.

With products we grow.

You know the Koran?

"Those nearest in love to the believers

"are those who say 'We are Christians'

"Among them are priests and monks. "

Priest and monks

and they wax not proud.

That's why we're close to our neighbors.

Come on, let's go.

Tonight is different from other nights.

Why?

It's Christmas.

We celebrate the birth of the Prince of peace.

The Prince of peace?

Sidna A�ssa.

Jesus.

I'm sorry, then.

I didn't know.

Christophe?

Michel?

Come out now.

They're gone.

We're fine.

We made it.

Hold this down gently.

You can let go.

You'll be fine. Don't worry.

This is the night,

the immense night of origins,

and nothing exists except love,

except love which now begins

By separating sand from water

God has prepared the earth like a cradle

For his coming from above

This is the night,

the happy night of Palestine,

and nothing exists except the Child,

except the Child of life divine

By taking flesh of our flesh,

God our desert did refresh

and made a land of boundless spring

This is the night,

the long night in which we grope,

and nothing exists except this place,

except this place of ruined hope

By stopping in our abode

God, as with the bush, did forebode

the world on which fire would fall

Why...

why not give them medicine?

We have enough.

If you have medicine, I'd like to know about it.

We can't start negotiating.

Every day they'll ask for more.

I agree with Luc.

Don't forget, I was held at gunpoint.

If we stay, our lives would be at risk every day.

I became a monk to live.

Not to sit back and have my throat slit.

You're right, Celestin.

We shouldn't be seeking martyrdom.

Maybe we should leave.

Or at least take refuge in a safer place.

I think that Celestin

is asking a good question.

They've come once. They'll be back sooner than we think.

The fact that you refused all their demands

could be taken as a declaration of war.

Look what they did to the Croatians.

If they'd wanted to kill us, we'd be dead already.

Maybe Fayattia isn't the only one who decides.

Maybe others will come back tomorrow.

There's another solution.

Leave for good.

We should each decide according to his own conscience.

Go back to France

or to another, safer monastery in Africa.

To leave is to run away.

And to leave the village to the terrorists.

We'd do it gradually,

so the villagers won't worry.

That won't change a thing.

The Good Shepherd doesn't abandon his flock to the wolves.

We should each express our opinion about leaving.

Jean-Pierre?

We stay.

Since when do we yield to arms?

Paul?

I think we should leave.

Gradually.

Celestin?

I'm ill. I want to leave.

Luc?

To leave is to die.

I'm staying.

Michel?

I have no one else, anywhere.

I'll stay.

Am�d�e?

I don't know yet.

We need to think...

and pray together.

I think we should leave.

And you, Christian?

I agree with Am�d�e. It's too early to decide.

Help will come from the Lord.

Who made heaven and earth.

We do not know your mystery,

Infinite Love,

but you do have a heart,

for you seek the prodigal son

and hold against your breast

this troublesome child

which is the world of mortals

We do not see your face,

Infinite Love,

but you do have eyes

for you weep through the oppressed

and look upon us

with a shining gaze

that reveals your forgiveness

I fear for the fate of this country.

Yesterday two women teachers were found murdered.

For telling teenagers falling in love is normal,

that they're allowed to.

It's a 15-year-old girl who tipped off the extremists.

We're as sad as you are.

What do you know?

This is my country.

Besides being sad, I'm tired of not seeing it grow up.

And despite what you think, I blame French colonization.

That organized plundering.

For you.

Ministry of the Interior

They mean business.

They're giving you orders.

No one other than ourselves

can decide that we must leave.

I'd have been surprised.

Really surprised.

Your stubbornness is getting dangerous.

Look at all these people.

They're at home here.

They're terrorized. They all wish they could leave.

They have no choice, no money.

It's not cowardly to want to leave.

It's about being free.

Terror strikes Djelfa

Sooner or later, it'll be you.

No one can control what's going on these days.

You'll end up becoming just another pawn.

Your sacrifice will eventually be exploited.

I've known you for years.

I have respect for you.

And for what your community has done.

Please, go back to France.

Did your car break down?

Is any of you a mechanic?

If you know how to fix it, be my guest.

Should I try?

- Should I try? - Is it in neutral?

You're in neutral? Go on, try.

Will the village need the army to protect it?

Because... they'll be back someday.

Forget the army!

It's a disaster.

The army won't come.

The protection is you.

This village grew up with the monastery.

Who was that priest, before?

A while back, before the war.

Brother Bernard?

Another one. Old.

Brother Daniel.

That's him.

Brother Daniel.

He told my mother not to stay here.

Move to a city. There was no more work here.

She made him swear to say nothing to my father.

Because my mother, she feels good living here.

Comfortable.

We may be leaving.

Why are you leaving?

We're like birds on a branch.

We don't know if we'll leave.

We're the birds.

You're the branch.

If you go, we lose our footing.

Forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those

who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

Let us bless the Lord

We render thanks unto Him

So you want to leave?

I was thinking that.

I wonder what my life would be.

Your family, in France?

They're worried?

I'm not sure they realize what's going on here.

I haven't said anything.

The last time I saw them, it was strange.

What do you mean?

We celebrated my mom's 80th birthday at a restaurant.

I saw everyone.

My sisters were there...

nephews, nieces, my goddaughter.

Everyone was talking, telling stories.

Taking pictures.

They know that's not my thing.

I was there, listening. I was happy.

They put me next to my mom.

And at the same time,

I was totally out of it.

I was thinking...

if I stopped everything, if...

I could move back home.

Get back to work, plumbing.

Town council,

fire department, chorus.

Then I thought: no, that's not possible.

My life's over there.

Here. With you.

Christian's teaching today was interesting.

Don't you think?

Did you understand anything?

Fuck off!

Okay.

Just tired. Not his fault.

"There was a time when a French toe-punt was crummy

"and its Irish equivalent a mere display of folklore.

"When these damned men didn't know what to do with their ten digits,

"but were great at bending the rules to piss everyone off. "

Is that all?

"Even though we agree with Mr. Break-Neck

"that our amiable guests

"never closed the game out,

"we still wonder whether they prefer, deep down,

"the dervish-like scrums

"and bleak brawls of yesteryear.

"Back when players still cared about not being

naughty old men. "

A little more.

Help me, help me.

Don't abandon me.

Don't abandon me. Please.

Help me.

Not very pretty. It got infected.

Tell him I'll be giving him two shots.

An antibiotic and a tetanus shot.

He's in pain. He needs medicine.

I'll give him a tranquilizer.

Let's clean this up.

You'll be fine.

Glory be to the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit

World without end

Save us, Lord,

whilst we watch

Keep us, Lord,

whilst we sleep

And we shall watch with Christ

And we shall rest in peace

I'm worn out.

Does Am�d�e help out?

Fortunately. I don't know how I'd manage otherwise.

I've never had so many visits.

I'm up to 150 a day. Can you imagine?

People come from everywhere around.

I'm dealing with new pathologies.

Lots of hypertension. They're stressed.

Some are in a state of shock.

Not to mention the effect on the kids.

The villagers may talk about these men we help.

Be careful.

Throughout my career I've met all sorts of different people.

Including Nazis.

And even...

the devil.

I'm not scared of terrorists, even less of the army.

And I'm not scared of death. I'm a free man.

Let the free man through!

My men tied him to a truck,

dragged him through the city.

People jumped for joy.

Lucky for him he was dead.

Why didn't you stop them?

Stop them?

Lots of people in the crowd were victims of his atrocities.

Family.

Friends who died.

Many innocent people.

Disgraceful. No one should be treated this way.

Want to know his favorite torture?

Fayattia and others like him deserve no compassion.

You're very indulgent with the terrorists.

Overindulgent.

Rumor has it he was shielding the monastery.

Did you ever treat them?

Where did you find him?

Two days ago, the Wali's car was ambushed.

Near Tikrit.

The terrorists got away.

We found a wounded man on the ground.

His friends ditched him.

He talked about his mother.

Said his name was Fayattia.

My men let him suffer.

He died before we could make him our trophy.

How can you be sure it's him?

Why do you think I asked you here?

So?

It's him.

Get out. Go on.

Outside.

I sleep badly.

The slightest noise wakes me.

I think over my life.

My choices.

As a kid I wanted to be a missionary.

Dying for my faith shouldn't keep me up nights.

Dying here,

here and now,

does it serve a purpose?

I don't know.

I feel like I'm going mad.

It's true that staying here

is as mad as becoming a monk.

Remember.

You've already given your life.

You gave it by following Christ.

When you decided to leave everything.

Your life,

your family, your country.

The family you could have raised.

I don't know if it's true anymore.

I pray.

And I hear nothing.

I don't get it.

Why be martyrs?

For God?

To be heroes?

To prove we're the best?

We're martyrs out of love, out of fidelity.

If death...

overtakes us, despite ourselves,

because up to the end,

up to the end we'll try to avoid it,

our mission here is to be brothers to all.

Remember that love...

is eternal hope.

Love endures everything.

I'm sorry.

Like parched earth,

I stand before you, Lord

O Lord, hear my prayer,

listen to my cry for mercy

In your faithfulness, answer me

Enter not into judgment with your servant

For no man living is righteous before you

The enemy persecutes my soul

He has smitten my life to the ground

He has made me dwell in darkness

with those long dead

My spirit grows faint within me

My heart within me, dismayed

Answer me quickly, O Lord

My spirit fails

Do not hide your face from me,

lest I be like them who fall into the pit

We've received so many letters recently.

People are worried.

I can't answer them all.

There's that French journalist who wants to meet us.

I don't know what to tell her.

We shouldn't expose ourselves further by doing publicity.

Of course, but...

it's a way of making people understand our choices.

To show that

amid all this drama, for people here, there's reason for hope.

You know, hope is not what interests journalists.

It doesn't mobilize them.

Exactly.

Maybe we should mobilize them.

I suggest we take a vote.

To see if we're all of one mind.

Who wants to leave?

I've already told you my position on this matter

and my calling is to be here, with everyone.

I don't see myself leaving.

Leaving would lead nowhere.

I'm not ready to leave myself.

Last night I thought about leaving.

I'm not comfortable with it.

Not at peace.

Deciding to run off like that makes no sense.

We didn't come here for our own personal interest.

I still think that our mission here is not finished.

I'm staying.

I prayed all morning while I was cooking.

The disciple

is not above his master.

This is no time for me to stray.

Let God set the table here.

For everyone.

Friends and enemies.

And you, Christian?

Wildflowers don't move to find the sun's rays.

God makes them fecund

wherever they are.

Who

prefers to stay?

You.

You envelop me, hold me, surround me.

You embrace me.

And I love you.

- Where do you live? - In town.

- ID. - I don't have it on me.

- Where do you live? - Just nearby.

- ID. - I don't have them.

- Where do you live? - The village.

Stop this nonsense!

These women and children are here to be treated.

This is not a police station!

Enough!

Unbelievable.

Sit down.

Follow me.

I recently read this pens�e of Pascal's:

"Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully

"as when they do it from religious conviction. "

Here it is mayhem

and violence.

We are in a high-risk situation,

but we persist in our faith and our confidence in God.

It is through poverty, failure and death

that we advance towards him.

Heavy devastating downpours

have put no damper on the spread of violence.

Two opponents, one clutching onto power,

the other out to seize it.

They'll fight to the bitter end.

I don't know when or how it will end.

In the meantime, I do my duty...

Caring for the poor and the sick,

awaiting the day I close my eyes. Dear friend,

pray for me, that my leaving this world

will in the peace and joy of Jesus.

O Father

of light,

eternal light

and source of all light,

you illuminate us, at the threshold of night,

with the radiance of your face

The shadows, for you,

are not shadows

For you, night

is as clear as day

May our prayers before you

rise like incense

and our hands like the evening offering

Welcome, Bruno.

Celestin.

Christophe.

Hello, Luc.

Jean-Pierre.

Am�d�e.

- Hosts. - For me.

For us.

For us all.

Medicine.

For Luc.

Lots of medicine.

- You found it? - I found your book.

Is it the right one?

"The Chosen".

Cheese!

Any news of Brother Didier?

Of course he said to say hello.

And I have a letter for you.

So how was your trip?

How long was it?

It took a while to come from the diocese.

At least 3 hours. There were 3 checkpoints!

Between the last two checkpoints

there was a bus burning on the roadside.

Smoke coming out of it.

And we didn't know if the checkpoints were real or fake.

On the way here,

as we got closer, there were fewer vehicles.

Many soldiers?

Yes, near the checkpoints.

They were all very tense.

Out of the question to speak to them.

- How do we stand? - However we want.

Short ones up front.

Squeeze in closer.

Ready?

Set...

Let's take another.

Smile a little.

I've often thought of that time.

That time

when Ali Fayattia and his men left.

Once they were gone,

all we had left to do was to live.

And the first thing we did

was...

two hours later.

We celebrated the Christmas Vigil and Mass.

It's what we had to do.

It's what we did.

And we sang the Mass.

We welcomed that child who was born for us

absolutely helpless and...

and already so threatened.

Afterwards,

we found salvation in undertaking our daily tasks.

The kitchen,

the garden,

the prayers, the bells.

Day after day.

We had to resist the violence.

And day after day, I...

I think each of us

discovered

that to which Jesus Christ

beckons us.

It's...

to be born.

Our identities as men

go from one birth to another.

And from birth to birth, we'll each end up

bringing to the world the child of God that we are.

The Incarnation, for us,

is to allow the filial reality of Jesus

to embody itself in our humanity.

The mystery of Incarnation remains

what we are going to live.

In this way what we've already lived here takes root

as well as...

what we're going to live

in the future.

Whoever tries to save his life shall lose it,

and whoever shall lose it, preserves it.

I tell you,

on that night, two people shall be in one bed.

One shall be taken, the other left.

Two women shall be grinding grain together.

One shall be taken,

the other left.

The disciples asked him:

"Where, Lord?"

He answered:

"Where there is a body,

"there too the vultures shall gather. "

The Gospel of the Lord.

Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

The body of Christ.

Lord, blessed art thou for this meal which unites us as brothers

now and...

World without end.

Hurry up!

Move!

Hurry, faster!

Hurry, get dressed.

I just got here.

I can't.

I said don't push!

Careful with that medicine. It's for the children, not you.

It's very precious.

Stop pushing me! That's enough!

Calm down!

I am Brother Paul.

A monk at the Monast�re de I'Atlas.

And I'm in good health.

I am Brother Celestin.

I'm 63.

A monk at the Monast�re de I'Atlas.

I'm in good health.

Your turn, Luc.

My name is Brother Luc.

From the Monast�re de I'Atlas.

I heard what they're saying on the news.

I've been taken hostage

with my colleagues by the Jama...

What's it called?

Islamiyya.

Jama Islamiyya, that's it.

Your turn, Christian.

In the early hours of Friday morning,

the Mujahideen read us the bayan of the Jama Islamiyya Moussalaha...

Signed by?

Signed by Abu Abderrahamane Amine.

It says we're being held hostage

and demands that the French government

free hostages belonging to their group

in exchange for our liberation.

This exchange is non-negotiable.

Did you hear?

Should it ever befall me,

and it could happen today,

to be a victim of the terrorism swallowing up all foreigners here,

I would like my community,

my church,

my family,

to remember that my life was given to God and to this country.

That the Unique Master of all life

was no stranger to this brutal departure.

And that my death is the same as so many other violent ones,

consigned to the apathy of oblivion.

I've lived enough to know I am complicit in the evil that, alas,

prevails over the world

and the evil that will smite me blindly.

I could never desire such a death.

I could never feel gladdened that these people I love

be accused randomly of my murder.

I know the contempt felt for the people here,

indiscriminately.

And I know how Islam is distorted by a certain Islamism.

This country, and Islam, for me

are something different.

They're a body and a soul.

My death, of course,

will quickly vindicate those who called me na�ve

or idealistic,

but they must know that I will be freed of a burning curiosity

and, God willing, will immerse my gaze in the Father's

and contemplate with him his children of Islam

as he sees them.

This thank-you which encompasses my entire life

includes you, of course,

friends of yesterday and today,

and you too, friend of the last minute,

who knew not what you were doing.

Yes, to you as well

I address this thank-you

and this farewell

which you envisaged.

May we meet again,

happy thieves in Paradise,

if it pleases God,

the Father of us both.

Amen.

Inchallah.

Christian, Luc, Christophe, Celestin, Paul, Michel and Bruno

were killed on May 21, 1996.

The identity of their murderers and the circumstances of their deaths

remain a mystery.

Am�d�e died on July 27, 2008.

Jean-Pierre is still alive. He is now 86.