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!
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 (more…)
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 (more…)
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. (more…)
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…)
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…)