Saints John de Brébeuf, Isaac Jogues, and Companions—The Canadian Martyrs

Eight Jesuits crossed an ocean for love and faith—and found Heaven through fire in the wild lands of early Canada.

In the early 1600s, eight Jesuit missionaries left France for a land of cold rivers and endless forests—with only courage and the Cross. John de Brébeuf, Isaac Jogues, Gabriel Lalemant, Charles Garnier, Noël Chabanel, Antoine Daniel, René Goupil, and John de Lalande.

They lived among the Huron people, peaceful farmers who welcomed them as friends. The missionaries learned their language, helped the sick, and shared their food. Because of their long black cassocks, the people called them “black robes.”

But nearby lived the Iroquois tribes, strong warriors and old enemies of the Hurons. When war broke out, the Iroquois thought the black robes were spies. Then disease spread through villages, and some blamed the missionaries, thinking their prayers and crosses brought bad luck.

Isaac Jogues and René Goupil were captured by the Mohawk, part of the Iroquois. Goupil was killed for making the Sign of the Cross. Jogues escaped to France but returned—knowing he might die. When he came back with John de Lalande, both were killed, accused again of bringing sickness.

In the north, John de Brébeuf and Gabriel Lalemant were tortured and burned but never denied their faith. Antoine Daniel died protecting his people at the altar. Charles Garnier was shot while helping the wounded, and Noël Chabanel was murdered by a man he once trusted.

They never fought back. They forgave. Between 1642 and 1649, all eight gave their lives for love that refused to hate.

Now they are called the North American Martyrs, men who entered a land of fear and left it shining with peace.

⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

Traces of courage, silence, and sacrifice—this is Saints.

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Hate to Love

Jesus says something that sounds impossible: “Hate your parents? Hate your own life?” It feels harsh, but behind those words is the hard truth that makes love real.

The Hard Truth That Makes Love Real

If you’ve read the Bible, you may have stumbled on this line: “If anyone comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters—yes, even their own life—such a person cannot be my disciple” (Luke 14:26).

“Hate your parents? Hate your own life? That sounds crazy.”

So what did He really mean?

Jesus wasn’t attacking family. He was making a point: even the strongest love you know can’t take first place over Him.

At first, it feels impossible. But He wasn’t saying “hate” as in anger or disrespect. He was saying: don’t let even your closest ties pull you away from what’s most important.

Because love bends when it takes the wrong shape. It turns into control. Into jealousy. Into fear of losing. That’s not real love—it’s love gone heavy.

Picture it like a ladder. Family, friends, even yourself—those are the steps. But if God isn’t the top, you stop halfway. You think it’s enough. But it gets tiring. It doesn’t reach higher.

Take this example: a father who steals to feed his children. On the surface, it looks like love. His kids even defend him, saying, “He only did it so we could eat.” But that’s misdirected love. It breaks God’s truth for the sake of family. It feels justified, but it isn’t. That kind of love may solve hunger for a day, but it plants harm that lasts far longer.

When God isn’t the center, love becomes fragile. It may shine for a while, but it slips into possession, jealousy, or fear—and in the end, it chokes the very people it tries to hold.

Without God, love burns out. It clings. It demands too much. It asks people to fill a space only He can fill. And no one can carry that weight.

With God first, love breathes. You can hold without choking. Give without drowning. Care without turning anyone into a “god.”

That’s why Jesus used a hard word. Not to tear family apart. But to wake us up.

So what’s the takeaway? Real love only survives when God is above everything else. That’s the only way it stays pure, strong, and free.

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 • 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆.𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼.𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀