BROTHER FIRE | Saint Francis of Assisi | EP. 26 - On barren land | Christian cartoons

St. Francis of Assisi presents On Barren Land. Look! The horses! It's the emissary of the Pope! Thank you, children. We can continue. Let me help you, Monsignor. How is Brother Francis? I've been instructed to give him a message from the Pope. He isn't well, Monsignor. There hasn't been any sign of improvement. Unfortunately, Brother Francis is worse every day. Tell me, how is he? He's not feeling well at all, Brother. I don't believe there's anything left for us to do. Brother Francis! Brother Francis, can you hear me? Brother Francis! I spoke to the Lord about you, Elias. He loves you very much. You don't have to be afraid. Nothing bad will happen to me. It will only be as he wants. And what does he want? Has the Lord told you what he wants? He'll let me know. He'll let me know soon enough. The Holy Father sent an emissary to find out how you're feeling and to see what he can do for you. What should I tell him, Francis? That I'm very grateful and to tell our Holy Pope to worry about himself, Elias. And that to save the Church, he must throw out the merchants and demons. He must do what Jesus would do. That is what he asks of us. And also tell him, Elias, that I'm ready to take refuge in the arms of the Lord. Perhaps that is something that you should tell him. Don't be afraid, Elias. Just tell him. Repeat what I have told you. You must represent me, Brother. As you wish, Francis. I'm happy. You've always been an obedient friar. Thank you. And what should I tell the Holy Father? Francis is very sick and soon he will return to the Lord. You must tell the Pope that it is Francis's recommendation that in order to save the Church, he must throw out all of the merchants and all of the demons. He must do what the Lord Jesus would have done. Are we leaving Monsignor? Have we been instructed to bring any message to the Pope? Of course, we're bringing a message. A very important one. Yes, a recommendation to the Pope of a new saint, consistent with the way he serves Jesus. Let's go! Is there anything else I can do for you, Francis? There's one more thing. Take me to the Porcincula in Assisi. You should not travel. It isn't prudent in your condition. If my legs were in good condition, I would go alone. But I need your help, Elias. Don't worry, Sacred Father. I'll do everything you ask. I'll take you to the Porcincula. I could never deny you anything. I don't know anyone who could. We must go to the Porcincula. That is where the Lord is waiting for me. Then Jesus appeared to the apostles and told them, Go to the world and preach. Preach the Holy Gospel to everyone. That way all who believe and are baptized, they will be saved and those who do not will be condemned. Amen. Get a pen and paper, Elias. I am ready to write what you wish, brother. Is there someone I should address it to? There's no one at all. I just have to complete my canticle, because I forgot to praise a very dear sister. Praised be you, my lord, through sister death, from whom no one can escape. Woe to those who die in mortal sin. Blessed are they she finds doing your will. No second death can do them harm. Praise and bless my lord and give him thanks and serve him with great humility. Who are you preparing those sweets for? These are for Francis. I will bring them to Assisi. He is a man of penitence. He has nothing for himself. He gives everything to the poor. He likes these sweets. Perhaps he will eat a couple of them and give the rest to the poor people. Martin, Martin, what are you doing? Aren't you coming? No, I still have a lot to do. Where are you going? Has anything happened? Yes, I'm going to Francis. The Lord is calling him. What? Where is he going? He's going to paradise. He's dying, Martin. Dying. Then wait for me. I'm going with you, Anthony. Let's go. Let's go to Francis, my children. It's time. I wish to go to the Lord as I was born, naked. I bared myself as I will now. Elias, won't you please take this precious linen sheet for his shroud? And these are some sweets. I think Francis would like them, although now he will only be able to smell them. Don't cry, daughter. You have helped Francis a great deal and he appreciates it. I assure you. I am here, Francis. Who are you, brother? The embrace of our father keeps your identity from me. My eyes see little. I am Matthew, brother Francis. Brother Matthew, you must be more patient. It is a gift you have always had, but now more is asked of you. Francis, I am Philip. Would you please bless me? Brother Philip, always remember that your mother prayed for you until the last day of her life. Francis, I'm Giovanni. Brother Giovanni, you are a good friar, but you have to feed the friars of your monastery better. You're right, Francis, of course. I'll spend all the money in the bag to make sure they eat better. I'll see to their needs, Francis, I swear. Brother Francis, you are Bernard, my dear brother. You were the first one who followed me, and you follow me still. And also you, my dear Elias. I bless you and all the brothers. So long, marvelous creatures of the universe. Goodbye, my children. Live in the love of God. God will bless all of you that keep preaching the gospel. You must love the rules Jesus has given you. Love poverty like a second mother. Don't cry. I have served with devotion from deep within my heart. The Lord is calling me, and now to all my friars, present and not, I forgive your sins, and I absolve all of you. Dear sisters, while I was here with you, I saw our dear Father Francis. He's suffering, but he's ready to meet his Lord. His body is sick and has difficulty keeping his beautiful soul in it. We won't see him again, not until he returns to us in the glorious garden, the paradise of the Lord our husband. Thy will be done. Thy will be done, the holy will of our God. Elias, there's one more thing I must ask you. Please come closer and listen to me. Yes, Francis. Read for me the gospel, Elias. One last time, if you would. Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus was, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. They gave a dinner for him there, and Martha served, while Lazarus was one of those reclining at table with him. Mary took a liter of costly perfumed oil from genuine aromatic nard and anointed the feet of Jesus and dried them with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the oil. Then Judas the Iscariot, one of his disciples and the one who would betray him, said, Why was this oil not sold for three hundred days' wages and given to the poor? He said this not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief and held the money bag and used to steal their contributions. So Jesus said, Leave her alone. Let her keep this for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you always have me. God bless you. God bless you, my son. I saw your house destroyed, my lord, and I rebuilt it as best I could.