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!

 

Claret in Pixels

If Claret is alive today, knowing him well and all that he did, he would be using today’s platforms to attain his objectives of knowing God and letting others know Him, loving God and make others love Him more, serve God and bring others to serve Him better, to praise God and lead others to praise Him too.

I never dreamt of becoming a missionary. But maybe God dreamt that I would be one, so I am who I am today. Late that I have discovered my missionary vocation (more…)

San Antonio Maria Claret in my life

Antoni Daufí, cmf

I was born in Tortosa (Tarragona) in 1929. Fr. Claret, on his apostolic journeys across Catalonia, never reached Tortosa, nor have ever been any Claretian Missionaries in my land. Therefore, as a child, I never heard of Claret, nor knew any Claretian. It was due to circumstances of the Spanish civil war from 1936 to 1939 that my family had to move to Vic where, at the end of the war, I first came to know Saint Anthony Maria Claret through the contact with the Claretian Missionaries of this town. At that time I was 11 years old and it was during those postwar years that I began to go quite often to the (improvised) church of La Mercè, where the tomb of Saint Anthony Maria Claret was venerated, at the time being a Beat. (more…)

My encounter with Father Claret

Onuekwusi Roland Chidiebere, cmf

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…)