In this space you will find the testimony of people who are living the missionary spirituality of St. Anthony Mary Claret. They share with us how they have found in Claret a travel companion to live their spirituality as followers of missionary Jesus Christ. The first testimony corresponds to a Claretian missionary in Latin America. Little by little, we will try to post further contributions from different people around the world. We hope that this fraternal space will help us all to live our own spiritual path with renewed passion. We will be more than pleased if you want to share with us your personal experience by sending us your written contribution!


My encounter with Father Claret

The first love letter I received from Father Claret was delivered to me through his autobiography, number 33, as he describes his attitude to the weakly, as follows:“Whenever we had to correct anyone, it upset me a great deal; yet I did my duty. I always tried to find something good to say about the piece of finished work. I would praise its good points, saying that this or that about it was very good but that it had such and such a defect and if these little defects were corrected, it would really be a perfect job.” (more…)

Meeting Claret through claretians

Efren Limpo Lo, cmf

I heard it many times before. Claretians are missionaries who go to places where others would dare not go.  Clever promotional pitch in a flyer posted in our school’s Guidance board. At that time, I was already accepted to join the Redemptorist seminary after my graduation. Yet for some mysterious reason I found my way to Claret Seminary in the summer of 1995.  There, I was introduced to the person of Claret through the study of his Life. More to it, we were taught about the Ideal in his mind which contained the defining character of a Claretian missionary penned by Claret himself: delight in privations, welcome sacrifices, rejoice in being humbled, and glory in torments and persecutions. Are they for real? Who are these people? I couldn’t help but be skeptical about it. To my mind, either they are very bold or incurably crazy. They give up security, comfort, control, and the precious gift they possess – their very lives. (more…)

Father Claret missionary

Pilar Rovira, mic

Fr. Claret has been a mentor for me since my childhood.  I together with my family used to go to the church of La Mercè, where his sepulchre was worshiped; on the festivity of Our Lady of Bon Succés; at the 11:00 a.m. Mass or when there was a deceased relative or acquaintance and on some Sunday afternoons at the services held there and also on the celebration of the Heart of Mary and on the day of Fr. Claret.

I remember the missionaries who used to go to the parish, to preach be a popular mission be a novena or on the most important festivities, but I have a special memory of a Sunday afternoon in the church of La Mercè when some claretians to be sent off to missions, were imposed the cross. I accompanied my aunt Teresa, I was about 6 or 7 years old. I was strongly impressed by the cross that was placed on those long black soutanes. I do not know if I really understood in my imaginary what being sent to mission lands actually meant, but they brought about a feeling of admiration, they seemed heroes to me, different from those we saw drawn with sunhat and white soutane. (more…)

Claret in my life…

Juan José Chaparro, cmf.

First of all, I must say that unlike and far from Claret, it seems that I do not find time to write these lines suggested by my Claretian brothers after my stay in Vic last year, where I was so well treated, just like by the brothers of Barcelona.

Last year I went to those places that are so significant for the Claretian family, on a trip I made to Rome. (more…)

My WAY with Claret

Severiano Blanco, cmf.


When I was about three years old I used to play unconsciously with an object similar to the known “metal badges” for tapping soda bottles; but it must have been glass. My grandmother Irene, making an exception with me, allowed me to do so, despite the fact that there was inside something very precious for her: “the relic of Fr. Gil”. Years later I understood that it was a teak wood piece that contained a relic of Fr. Claret. This happened around 1951, (more…)