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TO OUR FATHER

AUGUST 1948, IN CALCUTTA.

MOTHER TERESA WAITING ANXIOUSLY THE PERMISSION OF POPE Pius XII

TO LEAVE THE CONGREGATION NUN OF THE SISTERS OF LORETTE

AND TO FOUND HIS OWN ORDER.

God bless you.

Everything is fine. Breathe. Gently.

Inhale. Exhale.

DAY 7

- Hello, Mother. - Hello, Agatha.

- Is there any mail? - No.

I lost another child today.

A child?

Yes.

A baby.

The horror.

All these people, these children... Dead bodies everywhere.

And we here...

But what are you...

- But...! - You must not get attached...

to spaces and objects.

It is a beneficial exercise to rearrange your space.

An exercise that you don't practice enough, and you know it, my sister.

It's useless.

We must... set an example if we want others to follow him.

This morning I told myself that...

we should all have numbers.

The sisters would be sent on a mission according to a pre-established logic,

depending on the missions carried out,

seniority...

It would be a fairer system.

There would be no prejudice, nor discrimination,

nor favoritism.

And what would my number be?

Your number?

Number 1.

You are a man, you can do anything.

Me, I'm stuck here.

In this prison.

To wait in comfort that the world changes.

I am a woman.

In a system run by men.

Men like you.

Men, men, only men...

Look at these walls.

What are they for?

What do we have to fear?

Would this be a loss of faith?

Yes, maybe.

Is this a crime?

I wonder that sometimes.

Running the convent is no longer enough for me. It's tiring and futile.

Is it so terrible to admit it?

I've known you for ten years.

We were not just a confessor and a penitent, we were rather...

Like brother and sister.

Like brother and sister.

And we will remain as a brother and a sister.

Who will replace you?

- Sister Agnieszka. - Was she informed of this?

Yes.

Mother...

My Father.

Alright.

"CH"...

Like “hat” and what else? We know another word...

Hair!

- Another word! - Cat !

Cat. What does a cat do?

Cat.

Hello, girls.

Hello, Mother.

Hello, Mother.

I left something for you in my office.

THANKS.

- “I” -Igloo!

What else?

- "I". - India.

- India ! - India. India !

My sister!

It's always a pleasure.

Likewise. How much do you give me?

- Two hundred and twenty rupees. - No !

It's worth more.

Two hundred and forty, no more.

Three hundred.

Two hundred and ninety.

- All right. - Alright.

A bag of flour and a bag of lentils.

-Namaste. - THANKS.

Mother.

- Where were you? - Your payment.

Ah!

It's very good. And what beautiful writing!

...dress yourself in a simple garment cotton...

...go out as a couple,

use the means of transport the most economical,

recite the rosary while traveling...

Visiting family...

once... every... ten...

years.

And in case of emergency?

A death in the family?

The rules apply to everyone. Without exception.

Without exception...

- I only supported you. - Yes.

- ...commit to living... - You. Your vision.

Our vision.

My sister...

What is this?

Nothing.

- Is something wrong? - No.

I decided

To follow Jesus

I decided

To follow Jesus

I decided

To follow Jesus

No going back

No going back

I decided

To follow Jesus

It's bread.

God bless you.

God bless you.

God bless you.

DAY 6

You look tired.

What is this ?

The people at the bank gave it to me.

They noticed how it was difficult to keep our accounts

so they came yesterday to offer us this superb machine.

They told me: "Your life will be much easier with that, sister!”

- And that’s the case? - Yes.

A little bit of money is missing. Three times nothing.

How much ?

Almost nothing. A few cents at most.

Every penny counts.

We have to be precise.

I know well.

But I checked twice.

Check again. We can't do anything let it go when it comes to money.

There are rumors going around about Sister Agnieszka and you.

Always over hill and valley, night and day, doing God knows what.

You have to ignore the noise in the hallway.

Our place is here.

Between the walls of the convent.

Since when have such trivial questions do they concern you?

Our reputation is not trivial.

Haven't we been criticized enough because of you and Father Friedrich?

Do you want to do it again the subject of gossip?

Father Friedrich is the purest man that I know.

And you know it.

It would be enough to accompany sister Agnieszka in her races

to put an end to the rumors.

Once I'm gone, you won't have to worry about it anymore.

If I may, Mother, you speak of it with certainty.

Now, we know, you and I,

that there are few nuns who had the right to leave

to found their own congregation.

This right was not granted to Mary Ward and you think they will grant it to you?

Do you think you're better than her?

Of course not, sister.

What are you trying to tell me?

Don't give in to pride, my dear.

We can't keep this machine.

But why, finally?

Do you have a brain, number 2?

Don't call me by a number.

- Yes or no? - Yes.

-And do you have hands? - Of course.

So what's the point? of this machine?

This greatly simplifies things.

It's more precise.

And yet, there is a lack of money.

Isn't it?

We will return this machine tomorrow. First thing in the morning.

Thank you, Mother.

Five, six, seven, eight...

Hello, young ladies.

Hello, Mother.

- Good morning ! - Good morning !

- Good morning ! - Good morning.

You shouldn't be at morning prayer?

- Mother ! - My sister?

I don't feel well this morning.

That's what I was told.

Did I put too much pressure on you? with my decision?

I...I can't...

“Can” or “cannot” are words that don't exist

in our monastic life.

Our duty exceeds our will, you know it.

It's not about will.

What is it about?

I'm going to have to leave too.

You have no reason to leave.

Yes.

I'm pregnant.

Pregnant ?

Pregnant ?

How could you make me such a thing?

Who is it ?

Where did you meet him?

You are welcome.

I guess looking at you that he has no intention of seeing you again.

- You are welcome. - "You are welcome" ? "You are welcome" !

You fornicated with a man!

He died in my arms.

Three months ago, when you sent me to Punjab.

Let me go with you!

You ruined everything!

- I fell in love. - In love?

What do you know about love?

How could you...

How could you leave someone touch you?

If it's about love, There's hardly a cure, is there?

How can I stay here?

And when will people find out?

This will be the end of the convent and what will happen to you,

my spiritual guide and mother superior,

if you leave a pregnant woman continue your religious life?

You have made your decision when you succumbed to a man.

Now it's up to you the consequences.

Maybe it's actually time for you to leave.

The other sisters won't know anything about it.

It will be the only secret I will keep.

Make your arrangements.

Hello, Sister Mercedes.

No mail for you today.

Number 40.

Number 17.

Number 13.

Use the whole body. That's it, like that.

Number 17?

Deeper.

Perfect.

Alright.

Let me go! Leave me!

Leave me alone ! Leave me!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Do you want to go there?

Or do you want to go inside with me?

It's up to you to choose.

If you want to come back with me, you must behave well.

Do you understand?

Gather the girls, that they don't run everywhere.

Yes, Mother.

It's for you.

I beg you, Mother. Give me some food.

Come and sit down.

It seems that Sister Agnieszka is unwell this morning.

That's right, Sister Mercedes.

She doesn't feel well.

Is there anything we can do, Mother?

- Water the vegetable garden, perhaps. - I'll take care of it.

No.

Do not water in full sun. Later.

Little slut! Disgusting little girl!

Why such cruelty, my sister?

Seven years old, my sister. Seven years since I wrote these letters.

But nothing ever changes.

I look around me, and I'm no use here.

I'm not needed here.

So I write, I write, I write...

Sorry, sorry, sorry...

Sorry, sorry, sorry...

It happens to me too to be tired, Mother.

Tired?

I'm not tired, no.

My God, help me to submit to your commandments.

Yes ?

Forgive me for disturbing you so late, but Sister Agnieszka wants you.

Thank you, my dear.

Let us pray.

Lord, teach me

to be gentle and humble in all circumstances of life,

in the face of disappointments, to the indifference of others,

to the insincerity of those in whom I trusted,

and to the infidelity of those who I was counting on.

Amen.

DAY 5

Mother?

Shouldn't we call Father Friedrich?

What would he do that we couldn't do?

You asked to see me.

Love.

Have you already known him? Felt? True love?

Of course !

Every day. I am married to Him.

I'm talking about the other form of love.

I would never compromise my mission for the pleasures of the flesh.

I'm going home.

In Poland?

You have nothing left there.

Mother, I never doubted you.

But yes, you doubt.

Of course you doubt.

You betrayed me.

He died in my arms. In my arms.

The voice of God, I need it.

Help me. What am I going to do? I no longer have a home.

You taught us that God condemns sinners to hell.

I'm ready.

I will direct the convent.

And you will inspire thousands of others, which will save millions of lives.

- This is the call I must answer. - You scare me.

We can ask Dr. Kumar.

I thought about it and I'm sure of it.

You have to ask Dr. Kumar for me.

You are welcome.

Never !

Ask him, please.

Nobody will know. No one except you, Dr. Kumar and me.

And God.

My sister.

And God.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Is it Tuesday?

No, but...

I listen to you, my sister.

Can a baby be a sin?

No, because a baby is not conscious of his own existence

and yet, our only existence...

makes us sinners.

We are all sinners.

Indeed.

Temptation surrounds us on all sides.

Lying is a sin.

Yes, although some are not.

Inflicting death is a sin.

Inflict death?

Abraham would have sacrificed his own child.

This murder...

is it not comparable to an abortion?

I have heard the Church many times speak out against abortion

and I am convinced that we do not condemn the act but the women who commit to it.

I heard you talking about these women like you never wondered

what they had been through, what they felt.

How could we know which brings them...

or force them to make this decision?

For you, abortion is therefore not a sin.

It is up to God to decide.

In my opinion,

abortion is not a sin that when a woman is forced

who wants to keep the child.

It remains a sin.

Have you ever...

wanted to become a father?

A biological father?

Why tell me about this now?

Forgive me.

Mother...

I'm sorry that the doctor has already left.

I came to use your phone.

- Of course. - Yes ?

Come.

Please sit down.

What a funny day.

Sister Agnieszka came by a little earlier.

Yes, I am aware.

I had never seen her so tormented.

There are days when everyone needs the doctor and he's not there.

A little tea?

It's very kind, but I have to call as soon as possible.

Hello, what can I do for you?

Hello, I would like to do an international appeal for the Vatican.

- The Vatican? - Yes.

I'm transferring the call.

Hello ?

This is the Mother Superior of Calcutta. I would like to speak to Monsignor Tulli.

- Don't leave. - THANKS. God bless you.

What about my request?

Has a decision been made?

Can I hope to receive a positive response soon?

Pardon ? Can you repeat?

Hello ?

I can't hear you anymore. Hello ?

Mother ?

Yes, my sister.

The letter has arrived.

Earlier this morning.

I left it in your cell.

Thank you, sister.

“My dear Reverend Mother,

"After careful consideration and fervent prayer,

"we have decided to grant you the..."

Thank you.

THANKS.

"This is my wish, blessing you,

"as well as the whole congregation future Missionaries of Charity."

Finally.

I was born here.

In Skopje.

In Macedonia.

Where is it? On which continent? Do you remember?

Riva?

- In Europe. - In Europe. Alright.

Our geography lesson is finished for today.

Good job, girls. Good day.

My Father!

Goodbye, young ladies.

My Father.

What brings you, Father?

I will miss you.

You know I have to give my approval

for your successor, Sister Agnieszka.

But for this, I have to talk to her

to assess its capacity to resume your duties.

Yes, of course.

I have to see her.

Today it's impossible, but I will arrange a meeting.

You understand, I hope.

Have a nice day, Father.

You are abusing my good will.

You went to see Doctor Kumar.

Since when have you been able to lie like this?

The Lord is not God of hatred. God is love.

You betrayed God, and me too.

I will not participate in your schemes.

Make your arrangements and leave.

And what about helping the poor and people in need?

Oh, you compare yourself...

- ...to people in need? - I am in need.

- Of your own free will. - What would you do in my place, Mother?

I could never have been in your place.

I'm not in your place.

I thought you would be happy.

I'm happy.

We welcome our sister We welcome our sister

With all our hearts

We welcome our sister

Thank you, my sisters.

Those who need to go to the laundromat can go there.

DAY 4

Hello, Mother. It's always a pleasure.

- You are welcome. - The pleasure is mine, Dr. Kumar.

- Is everything okay at the hospital? - As per usual.

We operate, some recover, others die.

We die more than we heal.

Sister Agnieszka came to see me.

I am aware of his condition.

In India, barbers calling themselves doctors practice these acts.

-Ankita! - Yes, doctor?

- Take this outside. - Yes, doctor.

THANKS.

I can help him.

- I'm not asking you for that kind of help. - But she does.

Some do it despite the law.

She will go see them.

At the risk of his life.

Doctor Kumar...

You know the trust I have in you.

This trust is mutual.

You have always been there for me, you and Mrs. Kumar.

Indeed.

And you will continue to be.

Yes.

Give him a home.

Welcome her and her baby. Please.

I thought his home was with you.

Not anymore.

You ask me to collect it to get rid of her?

How is this a lesser sin?

Thank you for having me, doctor.

Mother, listen to me.

Mother !

Do you remember when you had me invited to the maternity ward last year?

Of course, it was just after independence.

I remember your words.

You said that women suffered, no physical pain,

but from the fact of giving birth to children in a world where people kill and torture.

Do you remember what I told them?

I told these mothers there was nothing more sacred than their children.

And that these children would build a better world.

I still believe it, doctor.

Forgive me, Mother...

I am a man of science.

I believe in the freedom to choose.

Have a good day, doctor.

Bless, Lord, our people and these gifts that come from you

by Our Lord Jesus Christ.

-Amen. -Amen.

Sister Agnieszka suffers from appendicitis.

It is for this reason that she is absent.

Keep eating.

You're a little late.

My clothing had a blood stain. I wanted to wash it but...

it is still visible.

So they brought him little children,

so that he could pray for them.

But the disciples rejected them.

Who was rejected? The children or the disciples?

Who can tell me?

Jesus said: "Let the little children, and don't stop them from coming to me

"for the kingdom of heaven is for those like them."

He took the children in his arms, put his hands on them

- and blessed them. - I don't like toddlers.

Sister Agnieszka, I'll take you back to your room.

As soon as Jesus was baptized, he came out of the water.

And behold, the heavens were opened,

and he saw the Spirit of God descend on him.

And my body hurts at the spot of the stain.

When I had my appendix removed, the pain was unbearable.

- Let's go back to your room. - Jesus!

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Jesus. Jesus.

Ah, Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!

Jesus said to them:

Jesus said to them: "I tell you the truth,

"if you do not convert and Don't become like those little children..."

- My sister... - “...you will not enter

"to the kingdom of heaven."

Mercedes.

Silence !

Come on !

You remember when your brother told you

that he was a general in an army?

Do you remember your answer? Eh ?

You said you were too a general.

That your army was an army of women. We, the sisters, are your army!

I answered the call. That's why I'm here with you.

Like a sacrifice.

For love, for God and for convent.

I never asked for such a sacrifice. Sit on the bed.

That's it, that's good.

And yet, yes.

That's it, that's good.

Isaac.

Isaac?

I would have called him Isaac.

What makes me Abraham and there is no greater hero.

Rest.

Rest.

I need your help.

Rest.

Lately, I've been thinking about my mother.

I believed for a long time that it was enough to write to him

so she doesn't worry about me.

I thought of her twice a year.

At Christmas and Easter.

And today I forgot his face.

I have this vision that comes back again and again

of my mother baking bread.

His hands...

His hands kneading the dough...

His hands spreading the flour on the table and...

His disappearing hands in the flour...

My mother was good.

She was very good.

Every Sunday she made bread for poor families.

Every Sunday we were hungry.

This vision of your mother that you keep deep inside you

connects us more than all discussions that we have had for ten years.

Sister Agnieszka is the right choice.

You are right.

She's not you, but it has the necessary strength.

She's the one we need.

DAY 3

Almighty God, loving Father,

I love you with all my heart.

I offer you my thoughts and my actions,

and I ask for your blessing for this day.

Help me to always know you, to love you and serve you,

and to rejoice for eternity with you in heaven.

Almighty God, loving Father,

I love you with all my heart.

I offer you my thoughts and my actions...

What are you doing there?

Return to your tasks immediately.

What do you want?

Where are you going?

Forgive me. Natural need.

Yes !

This way!

Here !

Mercedes is good at calculations.

She will help you from now on.

Sit down.

It's a completely different job.

It's hard to believe but I...

Stay, please.

Sit down.

The trials of a life often shape the very essence of our soul.

Her name was Sarah, before converting.

It was the only way to escape the concentration camp.

I know.

Sarah...

The name of the woman who almost died her son in the hands of her husband

and only the intervention of an angel of God saved her child.

I have another idea.

- Sister Mercedes. - No.

You were right. Sister Agnieszka is the one you need.

She will be my penitent after your departure.

And I will be his confessor.

Have you seen it?

There was a little boy!

Wake up, my sisters! My sisters...

The boy. It's definitely there.

He's small. Dressed in white.

He blew flour.

You are here ? He has to be somewhere.

DAY 2

There were no children in the kitchen and yet, I saw it.

Am I losing my mind?

The hallucinations are a symptom of madness.

I saw him blow my flour in the face,

but in reality, it's me who covered myself by herself.

Isn't that proof of my madness?

Or a temptation that would like distract me from my mission?

To tempt the saints,

the devil sends them creatures demonic

or shows them scenes of depravity.

He sent me a child.

What if it was...

the devil who wanted to send me in this mission?

Or my pride?

And if my pride had ordered me to live among the poorest of the poor?

To help them in the name of the Lord

to give me the illusion that I am sacrificed myself.

Wouldn't it be my pride that created this image of heroine and saint?

It's a possibility.

But what do you think?

I will save millions of lives.

A life is worth millions in the eyes of the Lord.

You have so many things on your mind,

I have the impression that your enthusiasm for your mission could suffer.

Should I become a mother?

You are a mother to all.

I meant biologically.

Being the mother of...

someone born of my blood,

that I would have carried under my heart,

that I would have...

that I would have breastfed,

rocked and...

whose tears I would have calmed,

to whom I would have made his first not, say his first words.

Should I feed a child rather than my own pride?

A mother and a saint?

A mother or a saint?

I can't continue anymore.

My Father!

You have received your letter...

Yes.

Now you don't need me anymore.

Father Friedrich!

O, Lord, my God

When I think with wonder

To all the worlds that Your hands created

I see the stars

I hear thunder rumbling

Your power is revealed throughout the universe

And when I think

May God, not sparing His son

Sent him to death

I can rarely understand

Than on the cross

Gladly bearing my burden

He bled and died

To atone for my sins

I am being punished.

You are right.

Just when I realized of my desire to be a mother.

Not a mother like you, but a mother for this child.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Agnieszka, I will send for Doctor Kumar.

I'm going to get help. Don't move. Did you understand?

- I'm sorry. - Don't move. Understood ? Don't move.

I'll come back. I'm coming back!

Take the rickshaw.

Tell him to hurry.

Doctor Kumar will arrive.

I beg your pardon.

My pardon?

For what ?

For my cruelty towards you.

I hear my child breathing.

I'm really sorry.

- Hello, Mother. - Dr. Kumar, this way.

Bring me some hot water and towels.

- Take care of the hot water. - Yes.

You did well. Go wait for me in the kitchen.

Yes, Mother.

You too, Mother.

Yes of course.

DAY 1

I won't come back, Mother.

I know.

Dress in simple cotton clothing.

Bring a simple fabric bag and not wear a watch on your wrist.

Do not wear any rings or accessories.

Except for an umbrella.

Always go out in pairs.

Use the means of transport the most economical.

Saying the rosary while traveling.

Have no personal bank account nor property in his name.

No personal money.

When are you leaving?

Right away.

- You know that I... - I know.

Yes...

DAY 0

God bless you.