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!
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 (more…)
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…)
My name is Marcel·lí Fonts. I was trained in the Province of Catalonia. I was ordained a priest on August 8, 1971. In 1973 I was sent to Japan. Along the 45 years of my missionary service in Japan I have carried out various ministries and positions, (more…)
I first heard about San Antonio María Claret at home, when I was very young, few years after his canonization. My mother-side grandmother used to tell me that in Viladrau, where she spent some summer time in her childhood, local people still remembered and commented the apostolic activity of the Saint with great admiration and devotion, his healings and especially the miracle of extinguishing a fire in that village.
I had a first contact with the Claretians when I accompanied my grandmother to the old “Gráficas Claret” (more…)
With utmost affection I date back to Teresa, my matern grandmother. My childhood years are accompanied by her, I visit with her the chapel that the Claretian missionaries had in Conde De La Cañada Street in Ciudad Real. In that place in La Mancha, whose name I do want to remember, a good number of novices gathered, who endured harsh winters and hot summers. In the evenings she liked to pray the rosary with her grandchildren, and there and then was how I began the pious relationship with Mary, which later became that of a son, lover and shelter. (more…)