Amandus (c. 584 – 675), commonly called Saint Amand, was a bishop of Tongeren-Maastricht and one of the great Christian missionaries of Flanders. He is venerated as a saint of France and Belgium.
The chief source of details of his life is the Vita Sancti Amandi, an eighth-century text attributed to Beaudemond (Baudemundus). The vita was expanded by Philippe, abbot of Aumône. According to this biography, Amand was born in Lower Poitou. He was of noble birth but at the age of twenty he became a monk on the Île d'Yeu, against the wishes of his family. From there he went to Bourges and became a pupil of bishop Austregisilus. There he lived in solitude in a cell for fifteen years, living on no more than bread and water.
After a pilgrimage to Rome, he was made a missionary bishop in France in 628, without a fixed diocese. At the request of Clotaire II, he evangelized the pagan inhabitants of Ghent, later extending his field of operations to all of Flanders. Initially he had little success, suffering persecution and undergoing great hardships. However, after performing a miracle (bringing back to life a hanged criminal) the attitude of the people changed and he made many converts. He founded a monastery at Elnon where he served as abbot of for four years. Amandus was made a bishop in 628.
Amandus is a 1966 Slovene film directed by France Štiglic. It is based on a novel by Ivan Tavčar and was adapted for the screen by Andrej Hieng. It is set at the end of the 17th century in the area that is now Slovenia at a time of religious intolerance with Amandus, a Catholic priest, determined to persecute local Protestants.
In a darkened chamber they cut our hands
We predicted our end while our blood was mixing with stone
And wondered why by the last atoms of our conscience
And the scream spread over the road where the dead lied eaten by moisture
With an animal instinct I felt the pain in the dust and picked my heart up
There was fear wherever I left my trail
I observed with the white of my eyes looking for splendour
The paleness vanished from my lips
I found the world hidden under the ground for millions of years
Where the wind breathes and the dead rest
It had the glow of some fugitive years
I understood the youth out of the last drops of blood
But there was no answer
Kings of darkness
They are my friends
With cold silver eyes that turn life into stone
I tried to live, but didn`t see the burning way
It was full of trails...
Pain. Where does the pain go?
When unfolding my hands I think I can move the world
Where to hide my tears for just one bloody kiss?
Oh, by the stars hidden within the eyes...