Charles de Foucauld seemed to have the sort of life that would lend
itself of a Hollywood biopic. An officer in the French army, he was
stationed in the North African colonies. When he left the service, he
experienced a conversion experience that led him to a Trappist monastery
in Syria. From there, he returned to North Africa, setting up a
hermitage for himself.
He began to work with the Tuareg people, learning the Berber
language, writing a four-volume Berber-French dictionary, and
administering medicine and other help where he could. Yet he did not
"go native" in the sense of being anti-colonial (one predictable vector
for a bioepic film). Although he made his own sandals and wore a
turban, he remained at ease with the Europeans. Traveling with a
military caravan, shuffling along behind the horses, he shared his
medicines with soldiers. A general decided to put the ex-military monk
to a test by inviting him to the evening party. The drinking, swearing,
and coarse jokes did not put him off in the slightest -- he held his
own with the best. Then in the morning, he got up early for Mass, as
did the general who was testing him. The general later commented that
he had not been to such an inspiring Mass in his whole life.
By
1916, World War I was in full gore and the anti-colonialism was rising
among the natives. On December 1, Bedouin raiders shot Blessed Charles
outside his desert hut. There was nothing much to be gained by the
killing, but one more dead European must have seemed like progress to
them.
The Little Brothers and Sisters of Jesus (not to be confused with the Little Sisters of the Poor),
was created from his model. At the time of his death, it had
forty-eight members. Today, there are a few hundred members, living in
pairs or trios, serving the poor in more than forty countries.
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