One of the first founders of modest monastic monkery.
Despite being a disheveled soul dressed in dirty rags, with bad hair and a range of unpleasant odors, he was kind to the poor and extremely holy — so the citizens cried out for him to become Bishop of the town.
Of course he turned them down with the usual excuse: ‘I’m just not worthy enough’. But that didn’t wash with his adoring public. They practically kidnapped him so he could attend the ceremony.
The other Bishops weren’t too pleased at this hermit-like apparition among their ranks, especially when he chose to perform his official duties from a cell.
In truth he wasn’t really cut out for official business, and eventually sneaked off for a bit of peace and quiet. A bunch of devoted followers sneaked off with him and together they all founded the small monastery of Marmoutier in France.
One of the first monastic centers, this attracted ascetics and apostles and gave them the ‘get up and go’ to ‘spread the word’ throughout Gaul.
Our Saint then got up and went himself — to the countryside where legions of ordinary honest Pagan farmers were doing their level best not to be converted to Christianity. In some cases they even pretended to be Pagan Gods to put him off, but by a selection of miracles he was usually able to overcome their objections.