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Father Charles Chiniquy
Father Chiniquy was a famous Catholic priest of Canada, born at
Kamouraska, Quebec, on July 20, 1809.He established the first
temperance society there and won the title, "Apostle of Temperance
Because of his ability and piety, he was entrusted with a colonizing
party of French-Canadians, who settled in Illinois.
Late in life he was a friend of Abraham Lincoln.
He toured England several times and this particular narrative
of his life was first given in London. He lived to his ninetieth
year, dying in Montreal, on January 16, 1899.
- THE GIFT OF SALVATION
I was born and baptized a Roman Catholic in 1809, and I was ordained
priest in the year 1833, in Canada. I am now in my seventy-fourth
year, and it is nearly fifty years since I received the dignity
of the priesthood in the Church of Rome.
For twenty-five years I was a priest of that Church, and I tell
you frankly that I loved the Church of Rome, and she loved me.
I would have shed every drop of my blood for my Church and would
have given a thousand times my life to extend her power and dignity
over the continent of America, and over the whole world. My great
ambition was to convert the Protestants, and bring them into
my Church, because I was told, and I preached, that outside the
Church of Rome there was no salvation, and I was sorry to think
that those multitudes of Protestants were to be lost.
A few years after I was born we lived in a place where there
were no schools. My mother became my first teacher, and the first
book in which she taught me to read was the Bible. When I was
eight or nine years old I read the Divine Book with an incredible
pleasure, and my heart was much taken up with the beauty of the
Word of God. My mother selected the chapters she wished me to
read, and the attention I gave to it was such that, many times,
I refused to go and play with the little boys outside in order
to enjoy the pleasure of reading the Holy Book. Some of the chapters
I loved more than others, and these I learned by heart.
But after my mother died, the Bible disappeared from the house,
probably through the priest who had tried to obtain possession
of it before. Now this Bible is the root of everything in this
story. That is the light which was put into my soul when young,
and, thanks be to God, that light has never been extinguished.
It has remained there. It is to that dear Bible, by the mercy
of God, that I owe today the unspeakable joy which I feel at
being among the redeemed, among those who have received the light,
and are drinking at the pure fountain of truth.
But perhaps you are inclined to say, "Do not the Roman Catholic
priests allow their people to read the Bible?" Yes I thank
God that it is so. It is a fact that today, almost all over the
world, the Church of Rome grants permission to read the Bible,
and you will find the Bible in the homes of some Roman Catholics.
But when we have confessed this we must tell the whole truth.
When the priest puts the Bible in the hands of his people, or
when a priest receives the Bible from his church, there is a
condition. The condition is that though the priest or people
may read the Bible, they must never, under any circumstances,
interpret a single word according to their conscience, their
intelligence, or in their own mind. When I was ordained a priest
I swore that I would interpret the Scriptures only according
to the unanimous consent of the Holy Fathers.
Friends, go to Roman Catholics today, and ask them if they have
permission to read the Bible. They will tell you, "Yes,
I can read it." But ask, "Have you permission to interpret
it?" They will tell you, "No." The priest says
positively to the people, and the Church says positively to the
priest, that they cannot interpret a single word of the Bible
according to their own intelligence and their own conscience,
and that it is a grievous sin to take upon themselves the interpretation
of a single word. The priest says in effect to the people, "If
you try to interpret the Bible with your own intelligence you
are lost. It is a most dangerous book. You may read it, but it
is better not to read it, because you cannot understand it."
What is the result of such teaching? The result is that though
both the priests and the people have the Bible in their hands,
they do not read it. Would you read a book if you were persuaded
that you cannot understand a single word by yourself? Would you
be such fools as to waste your time reading a book which you
were persuaded you could not understand a single line of? Then,
my friends, this is the truth about the Church of Rome. They
have a great number of Bibles. You will find Bibles on the tables
of the priests and of Catholic laymen, but among ten thousand
priests there are not two who read the Bible from the beginning
to the end and pay any attention to it. They read a few pages
here and there; that is all.
In the Church of Rome the Bible is a sealed book but it was not
so with me. I found it precious to my heart when I was a little
boy, and when I became a priest of Rome I read it to make me
a strong man, and to make me able to argue for the Church.
My great object was to confound the Protestant ministers of America'
I got a copy of the "Holy Fathers," and I studied it
day and night with the Holy Scriptures, in order to prepare myself
for the great battle I wanted to fight against the Protestants.
I made this study in order to strengthen my faith in the Roman
But, blessed be God! every time I read the Bible there was a
mysterious voice saying to me "Do you not see that in the
Church of Rome you do not follow the teachings of the Word of
God , but only the traditions of men?" In the silent hours
of the night, when I heard that voice, I wept and cried, but
it was repeated with the strength of thunder. I wanted to live
and die in the Holy Roman Catholic Church, and I prayed to God
to silence the voice, but I beard it yet still louder. When I
was reading His word He was trying to break my fetters, but I
would not have my fetters broken. He came to me with His saving
light, but I would not have it.
I have no bad feeling against Roman Catholic priests. Some of
you may think I have. You are mistaken. Sometimes I weep for
them because I know that the poor men-just as I did-are fighting
against the Lord, and that they are miserable as I was miserable
then. If I relate to you one of the struggles of which I speak,
you will understand what it is to be a Roman Catholic priest,
and you will pray for them.
In Montreal there is a splendid cathedral, capable of holding
15,000 people. I used to preach there very often. One day the
Bishop asked me to speak on the Virgin Mary, and I was glad to
do so. I said to those people what I thought to be true then,
and what the priests believe and preach everywhere. Here is the
sermon I preached:
"My dear friends, when a man has rebelled against his king,
when he has committed a great crime against his emperor, does
he come himself to speak to him? If he has a favour to ask from
his king, dare he, under the circumstances, appear himself in
his presence? No; the king would rebuke him, and would punish
him. Then, what does he do? Instead of going himself he selects
one of the friends of the king, some one of his officers, sometimes
the sister or the mother of the king, and he puts his petition
into their hands. They go and speak in favour of the guilty man.
They ask his pardon, they appease his wrath, and very often the
king will grant to these people the favour which he would refuse
to the guilty man."
"Then", I said. "we are all sinners, we have all
offended the great and mighty King, the King of Kings. We have
raised rebellious colors against Him. We have trampled His laws
under our feet, and surely He is angry against us. What can we
do today? Shall we go ourselves with our hands filled with our
iniquities? No! But, thanks to God, we have Mary the mother of
Jesus, our King, at His right hand, and as a dutiful son never
refuses any favour to a beloved mother, so Jesus will never refuse
any favour to Mary. He has never refused any petition which she
presented to Him when He was on earth. He has never rebuked His
mother in any way. Where is the son who would break the heart
of a loving mother, when he could rejoice her by granting her
what she wants? Then I say, Jesus, the King of Kings, is not
only the Son of God, but He is the Son of Mary, and loves His
mother. And as He has never refused any favour of Mary when He
was on earth; He will never refuse her any favour today. Then
what must we do? Oh! we cannot present ourselves before the great
King, covered as we are with iniquity. Let us present our petitions
to His holy mother; she will go to the feet of Jesus, herself,
Jesus, her God and her son, and she will surely receive the favours
which she will ask; she will ask our pardon and will obtain it.
She will ask a place in the Kingdom of Christ, and you will have
it. She will ask from Jesus to forget your iniquities, to grant
you the true repentance, and He will give you anything his mother
may ask of Him."
My hearers were so happy at the idea of having such an advocate
at the feet of Jesus interceding for them day and night, that
they all burst into tears, and were beside themselves with joy
that Mary was to ask and obtain their pardon.
I thought at the time that this was not only the religion of
Christ, but that it was the religion of common sense, and that
nothing could be said against it. After the sermon the Bishop
came to me and blessed me, and thanked me, saying that the sermon
would do great good in Montreal.
That night I went on my knees, and took my Bible, and my heart
was full of joy because of the good sermon I had given in the
morning. I opened and read from Matthew 12:46, the following
"While He yet talked to the people, behold, His mother and
His brethren stood without, desiring to speak with Him. Then
said one unto Him, 'Behold Thy mother and Thy brethren stand
without desiring to speak with Thee.' But He answered and said
to him that told Him, 'Who is My mother, and who are My brethren?'
And he stretched forth His hand toward His disciples and said,
'Behold! My mother and My brethren, for whosoever shall do the
will of My Father which is in Heaven, the same is My brother,
and sister, and mother."
When I had read these words there was a voice speaking to me
more terrible than the voice of loud thunder saying, "Chiniquy,
you preached a lie this morning; when you said that Mary had
always received the favours which she had asked from Jesus. Do
you not see that Mary comes to ask a favour, that is, to see
her son, during whose absence she has been lonesome., and who
has left her during many months to preach the Gospel?" When
Mary got to the place where Jesus was preaching, the place was
so crammed that she could not enter . What will she do? She will
do what every mother would do in her place. She raises her voice
and requests Him to come and see her; but while Jesus hears the
voice of His mother, and with His divine eyes sees her, does
He grant her petition? No. He shuts His ears to her voice and
hardens His heart against her prayer. It is a public rebuke,
and she feels it keenly. The people are astonished. They are
puzzled, almost scandalized. They turn to Christ, and they say
to Him, "Why don't you come and speak to your mother?"
What does Jesus say? He gives no answer except this extraordinary
one: "Who is My mother, and who are My brethren?" and,
looking upon His disciples, He says: "Behold, My mother,
My brethren, and My sisters." As for Mary, she is left alone,
and publicly rebuked.
And then the voice spoke to me again with the power of thunder,
telling me to read again in St. Mark 3:31-35. You will find the
same incident both in Mark and in Luke 8:19-21. Instead of granting
her petition Jesus replied in such a way as to publicly rebuke
His mother. And then the voice spoke to me with terrific power,
telling me that Jesus, so long as He was a little boy, obeyed
Joseph and His mother; but as soon as Jesus presented Himself
before the world as the Son of God, as the Saviour of the world,
as the great Light of humanity, then Mary had to disappear. It
is to Jesus alone that the eyes of the world must be turned to
receive Light and Life.
Then, my friends, the voice spoke to me all the night: "Chiniquy,
Chiniquy, you have told a lie this morning, and you were preaching
a lot of fables and nonsense; and you preach against the Scriptures
when you say that Mary has the power to grant any favour from
Jesus." I prayed and I wept, and it was a sleepless night
The next morning I went to table with the Bishop Prince, the
coadjutor, who had invited me to breakfast.
He said to me, "M. Chiniquy, you look like a man who has
spent the night in tears. What is the matter with you?"
I said, "My lord, you are correct. I am desolate above measure."
"What is the matter?" he asked.
"Oh! I cannot tell you here," I said. "Will you
please give me one hour in your room alone? I will tell you a
mystery which will puzzle you."
After breakfast I went out with him and said:
"Yesterday you paid me a great compliment because of the
sermon in which I proved that Jesus had always granted the petitions
of His mother. But, my lord, last night I heard another voice,
stronger than yours, and my trouble is that I believe that voice
is the voice of God. That voice has told me that we Roman Catholic
priests and bishops preach a falsehood every time we say to the
people that Mary has always the power to receive from the hands
of Jesus Christ the favours which she asks. This is a lie, my
lord-this, I fear, is a diabolical and damning error."
The Bishop then said, "M. Chiniquy, what do you mean? Are
you a Protestant?"
"No," I said, "I'm not a Protestant." (Many
times I had been called a Protestant because I was so fond of
the Bible.) "But I tell you, face to face, that I sincerely
fear that yesterday I preached a lie, and that you, my lord,
will preach one also the next time you say that we must invoke
Mary, under the pretext that Jesus has never refused any favour
to His mother. This is false."
The Bishop said, "M. Chiniquy, you go too far!"
"No, my lord," I said, "it is of no use to talk.
Here is the Gospel; read it."
I put the Gospel into the hands of the Bishop, and he read with
his own eyes what I have already quoted, My impression was that
he read those words for the first time. The poor man was so much
surprised that he remained mute and trembling. Finally he asked,
"What does that mean?"
"Well," I said, "this is the Gospel; and here
you see that Mary has come to ask from Jesus Christ a favour,
and He has not only rebuked her, but has refused to consider
her as His mother. He did this publicly, that we might know that
Mary is the mother of Jesus as man, and not as God."
The Bishop was beside himself. He could not answer Me.
I then asked to be allowed to put him a few questions. I said,
"My lord, who has saved you and saved me upon the Cross?"
He answered, "Jesus Christ."
"And who paid your debts and mine by shedding His blood;
was it Mary or Jesus?"
He said, "Jesus Christ."
"Now, my lord, when Jesus and Mary were on earth, who loved
the sinner more; was it Mary or Jesus?"
And again be answered that it was Jesus.
"Did any sinner come to Mary on earth to be saved?"
"Do you remember that any sinner has gone to Jesus to be
"Have they been rebuked?
"Do you remember that Jesus ever said to sinners, 'Come
to Mary and she will save you'?"
" No", he said.
"Do you remember that Jesus has said to poor sinners, 'Come
"Yes. He has said it."
"Has He ever retracted those words?"
"And who was, then, the more powerful to save sinners?"
"Oh! it was Jesus!"
"Now, my lord, since Jesus and Mary are now in Heaven, can
you show me in the Scriptures that Jesus has lost anything of
His desire and power to save sinners, or that He has delegated
this power to Mary?"
And the Bishop answered, "No."
"Then, my lord," I asked ' "why do we not go to
Him, and Him alone? Why do we invite poor sinners to come to
Mary, when, by your own confession she is nothing compared with
Jesus, in power, in mercy, in love, and in compassion for the
Then the poor Bishop was as a man who is condemned to death.
He trembled before me, and as he could not answer me, be pleaded
business and left me. His "business" was that he could
not answer me.
But I was still not converted. There were many links by which
I was still tied to the feet of the Pope. There were other battles
to be fought before I could break the chains which bound me.
But in those days, though I was troubled I had not lost my zeal
for my Church. The Bishops had given me great power and authority,
and the Pope had raised me above many others, and I had the hope,
with many others, that little by little, we might reform the
Church in many things.
In 1851 1 went to Illinois to found a French colony. I took with
me about 75,000 French Canadians, and settled on the magnificent
prairies of Illinois, to take possession in the name of the Church
of Rome. After I had begun my great work of colonization I became
a rich man. I bought many Bibles and gave one to almost every
family. The Bishop was very angry at me for this, but I did not
care. I had no idea of giving up the Church of Rome, but I wanted
to guide my people as well as I could in the way in which Christ
wanted me to lead them.
Now the Bishop of Chicago did a thing at that time which we Frenchmen
could not tolerate. It was a great crime, and I wrote to the
Pope and got him dismissed. Another Bishop was sent in his place,
who deputed his Grand Vicar to visit me.
The Grand Vicar said to me, "M. Chiniquy, we are very glad
that you have got the former Bishop dismissed, for he was a bad
man: but it is suspected in many places that you are no more
in the Church of Rome. It is suspected that you are a heretic
and a Protestant . Will you not give us a document by which we
can prove to all the world that you and your people are still
good Roman Catholics?"
I said, "I have no objection."
He rejoined, "It is the desire of the new Bishop, whom the
Pope has sent, to have such a document from you."
I then took a piece of paper-and it seemed to me that this was
a golden opportunity to silence the voice which was speaking
to me day and night and troubling my faith. I wanted to persuade
myself by this means that in the Roman Catholic Church we were
really following the Word of God, and not merely "traditions
of men." I wrote down these very words:
"My lord, we French Canadians of the colony of Illinois
want to live in the Holy Catholic Apostolic and Roman Church,
out of which there is no salvation, and to prove this to your
lordship we promise to obey your authority according to the Word
of God, as we find it in the Gospel of Christ."
I signed that and offered it to my people to sign, and they did.
I then gave it to the Grand Vicar, and asked him what he thought
of it. He said, "It is just what we want." He assured
me that the Bishop would accept it, and all would be right.
When the Bishop had read the submission, he too found it right,
and with tears of joy said: "I am so glad that you have
made your submission, because we were in fear that you and your
people would turn Protestants."
My friends, to show you my blindness, I must confess to my shame,
that I was glad to have made my peace with the Bishop, a man,
when I was not yet at peace with God. The Bishop gave me a "letter
of peace," by which he declared that I was one of his best
priests, and I went back to my countrymen with the determination
to remain there. But God looked down upon me in His mercy, and
He was to break that peace which was peace with man and not with
The Bishop, after my departure, went to the telegraph office
and telegraphed my submission to the other bishops, and asked
them what they thought of it. They unanimously answered him the
very same day: "Do you not see that Chiniquy is a disguised
Protestant, and he has made a Protestant of you? It is not to
you that he makes submission; be makes his submission to the
Word of God. If you do not destroy that submission you are a
Ten days later I received a letter from the Bishop, and when
I went to him he asked me if I had the "letter of peace"
he had given me the other day. I produced it, and when he saw
it was that letter, he ran to his stove and threw it into the
fire. I was astonished. I rushed to the fire to save my letter,
but it was too late. It was destroyed.
Then I turned to the Bishop, and I said, "How dare you,
my lord, take from my hand a document which is my property, and
destroy it without my consent?"
He replied, "M. Chiniquy, I am your superior, and I have
no account to give you."
"You are indeed, my lord, my superior, and I am nothing
but a poor priest, but there is a great God who is as much above
you as above me, and that God has granted me rights which I will
never give up to please any man; in the presence of that God
I protest against your iniquity."
"Well," be said, "do you come here to give me
I replied, "No, my lord; but I want to know if you brought
me here to insult me?"
"M. Chiniquy," he said, "I brought you here because
you gave me a document which you know very well was not an act
Then I answered, "Tell me, what act of submission do you
require of me?"
He said, "You must begin by taking away these few words
'according to the Word of God, as we find it in the Gospel of
Christ', and say simply that you promise to obey my authority
without any condition; that you will promise to do whatever I
Then I got to my feet, and I said, "My lord, what you require
of me is not an act of submission, but an act of adoration, and
I refuse it to you."
"Then," said he, "if you cannot give me that act
of submission, you cannot any longer be a Roman Catholic priest."
I raised my hands to God, and said, "May Almighty God be
forever blessed," and I took my hat and left the Bishop.
I went to the hotel where I had engaged a room, and locked the
door behind me. I fell on my knees to examine what I had done
in the presence of God. Then I saw, for the first time clearly,
that the Church of Rome could not be the Church of Christ. I
had learned the terrible truth, not from the lips of Protestants,
not from her enemies, but from the lips of the Church of Rome
herself. I saw that I could not remain in it except by giving
up the Word of God in a formal document. Then I saw that I had
done well to give up the Church of Rome. But oh! my friends,
what a dark cloud came upon me! In my darkness I cried out, "My
God, my God, why is it that my soul is surrounded with such a
With tears I cried to God to show me the way, but for a time,
no answer was vouchsafed. I had given up the Church of Rome;
I had given up position, honour, my brothers and sisters, everything
that was dear to me! I saw that the Pope, the Bishops, and the
priests would attack me in the press, and in the pulpit. I saw
that they would take away my honour and my name and perhaps my
life. I saw that war to the death was begun between the Church
of Rome and me, and I looked to see if any friends had been left
to me to help me fight the battle, but not a single friend remained,
I saw that even my dearest friends were bound to curse me, and
look upon me as an infamous traitor. I saw that my people would
reject me, that my beloved country, where I had so many friends,
would curse me, and that I bad become an object of horror to
Then I tried to remember if I had some friends amongst the Protestants,
but as I had spoken and written against them all my life, I had
not a single friend there. I saw that I was left all alone to
fight the battle. It was too much and in that terrible hour,
if God had not wrought a miracle, I should not have been able
to bear it. It seemed impossible for me to go out from that room
into the cold world, where I should not find a single hand to
shake my hand, or a single smiling face to look upon me, but
where I should see only those looking upon me as a traitor.
It seemed that God was far away, but He was very near. Suddenly
the thought entered my mind: "You have your Gospel; read
it, and you will find the light." On my knees, and with
trembling hand, I opened the book. Not I, but God opened it,
for my eyes fell on I Cor. 7:23: "Ye are bought with
a price, be not ye the servants of men."
With these words the light came to me, and for the first time
I saw the great mystery of salvation, as much as man can see
it. I said to myself, "Jesus has bought me; then, if Jesus
has bought me, He has saved me; I am saved! Jesus is my God!
All the works of God are perfect! I am, then, perfectly saved-Jesus
could not save me by half. I am saved in the blood of the Lamb;
I am saved by the death of Jesus." And these words were
so sweet to me that I felt unspeakable joy, as if the fountains
of life were open and floods of new light were flowing in upon
my soul. I said to myself, "I am not saved, as I thought,
by going to Mary; I am not saved by purgatory, or by indulgences
confessions or penances. I am saved by Jesus alone!" And
all the false doctrines of Rome went away from my mind as falls
a tower which is struck at the base.
I then felt such a joy, such a peace, that the angels of God
could not be more happy than I was. The blood of the Lamb was
flowing on my poor guilty soul. With a loud cry of joy I said,
"Oh! dear Jesus, I feel it, I know it; Thou hast saved me!
Oh! Gift of God, I accept Thee! Take my heart and keep it forever
Thine. Gift of God, abide in me to make me pure and strong; abide
in me to be my way, my light, and my life; grant that I may abide
in Thee now and forever! But, dear Jesus, do not save me alone;
save my people; grant me to show them the Gift also! Oh! that
they may accept Thee and feel rich and happy as I am now."
It was thus I found the Light and the great mystery of our salvation,
which is so simple and so beautiful, so sublime and so grand.
I had opened the hands of my soul and accepted the gift. I was
rich in the gift. Salvation, my friends, is a gift; you have
nothing to do but to accept it, love it , and love the Giver.
I pressed the Gospel to my lips, and swore I would never preach
anything but Jesus.
I arrived in the midst of my colony on a Sabbath morning. The
whole people were exceeding excited and ran towards me, and asked
what news. When they were gathered in the church, I presented
to them The Gift. I showed to them what God had presented to
me, His Son Jesus as a gift-and, through Jesus, the pardon of
my sins, and life eternal as a gift. Then, not knowing whether
they would receive the gift or not, I said to them: "It
is time for me to go away from you, my friends. I have left the
Roman Catholic Church forever. I have taken the gift of Christ,
but I respect you too much to impose myself on you; if you think
it is better for you to follow the Pope than to follow Christ,
and to invoke the name of Mary than the name of Jesus, in order
to be saved, tell it to me by rising up."
To my exceeding great surprise the whole multitude remained in
their seats, filling the church with their sobs and tears. I
thought some of them would tell me to go, but not one did so.
And as I watched I saw a change come over them-a marvelous change,
which cannot be explained in natural ways-and I said to them,
with a cry of joy:
"The mighty God who saved me yesterday can save you today.
With me you will cross the Red Sea and go into the Promised Land.
With me you will accept the great gift-you will be happy and
rich in the gift. I will put the question to you in another way.
If you think it is better for you to follow Christ than the Pope,
to invoke the name of Jesus alone than the name of Mary, that
it is better to put your trust only in the blood of the Lamb
shed on the Cross for your sins, than in the fabulous purgatory
of Rome, after your death to be saved; and if you think it is
better for you to have me preach to you the pure Gospel of Christ,
than to have a priest preach to you the doctrines of Rome tell
it to me by rising up-I am your man!"
And all, without a single exception, rose to their feet, and,
with tears, asked me to remain with them.
The Gift, the great, the unspeakable Gift had, for the first
time, come before their eyes in its beauty; they had found it
precious; they had accepted it; and no words can tell you the
joy of that multitude. Like myself they felt rich and happy in
the Gift. The names of one thousand souls, I believe, were written
in the Book of Life that day. Six months later we were two thousand
converts; a year later we were about four thousand! And now we
are nearly twenty-five thousand who have washed their robes and
made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
The news spread quickly all over America, and even in France
and England-that Chiniquy, the best known priest of Canada, had
left the Church of Rome, at the head of a noble band of men. And
wherever it was said, the name of Jesus was blessed, and I hope
you will bless the merciful and adorable Saviour today with me,
when it is my privilege to have told you what He has done for
Pray for the Roman Catholics of America and everywhere, that
I may be the instrument of the mercies of God toward them; that
they may all receive, with you, the unspeakable Gift; may love
and glorify the Gift during the few days of our pilgrimage here,
and throughout all eternity. Amen.
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