Saint Anthony of Padua



"If then you ask for miracles, death, error, all calamities, the leprosy and demons fly, and health succeeds infirmities." — Responsory of Saint Anthony, attributed to Saint Bonaventure


PART ONE: THE WORLD INTO WHICH A SAINT WAS BORN

Lisbon, Portugal — 1195

The City and the Age

In the year of Our Lord 1195, the city of Lisbon stood as one of the most vibrant Catholic cities in all of Christendom. Portugal itself was a young kingdom, having been officially recognized by the Holy See only decades before, in 1179, under King Afonso I. The land had been wrested from the Moors through blood and prayer, and its people carried in their hearts a faith forged in the fires of the Reconquista. Churches rose upon the bones of battlefields. The smell of incense mingled with the salt air of the Tagus River. It was a world saturated with the supernatural — where saints were not distant figures from another age, but living presences to be invoked, imitated, and loved.

It was into this world, radiant with Catholic faith and yet struggling still with the wounds of war and the temptations of newly won prosperity, that Fernando Martins de Bulhões was born — the child who would one day be known to the whole Church as Saint Anthony of Padua, the Wonder-Worker, the Hammer of Heretics, the Ark of the Testament, the Light of the World.

His Family and Noble Birth

Fernando was born to Martim de Bulhões and Maria Taveira, a family of Portuguese nobility connected, by some Catholic hagiographers, to the lineage of Godfrey of Bouillon, the great crusader knight who had led the First Crusade to the liberation of Jerusalem. Whether this precise lineage is maintained in every account, what is beyond question is that Fernando's family was devout, well-placed, and deeply rooted in the Catholic culture of their age.

His father was a knight in the service of the royal court of King Sancho I of Portugal. This meant that Fernando grew up in an atmosphere of both chivalric honor and courtly culture — yet from his earliest years, it was not the sword or the court that drew his heart, but the altar and the cloister.

The house of his birth stood, by ancient Catholic tradition, near the Cathedral of Lisbon — the Sé de Lisboa — that great fortress-church which had been reconquered from the Moors only a generation before. Fernando was baptized in that very cathedral, receiving at the font the grace that would one day flower into extraordinary sanctity. The baptismal font of Lisbon can still be venerated by pilgrims today — a tangible link to the moment when this soul was first consecrated to the Holy Trinity.

The Childhood of a Future Saint

From his earliest years, Fernando showed signs of a soul already drawn toward God with uncommon force. Catholic tradition records that as a small child he was given to prayer, to frequent visits to the church, and to a tenderness toward the poor and suffering that went far beyond what one would expect of a noble boy his age.

At around the age of seven, his parents, recognizing both his intelligence and his piety, entrusted him to the priests of the Cathedral of Lisbon for his education. This was not unusual for children of noble families — the Church was the great schoolmistress of medieval Christendom — but in Fernando's case, the arrangement was more than academic. He was being formed, under the roof of God's house, in Scripture, Latin, theology, music, and the whole treasury of Catholic learning.

It was here, in the shadow of the Sé, that Fernando first began to encounter Sacred Scripture with deep love. Those who knew him in those early years noted how he did not merely memorize texts but seemed to inhabit them — as though the words of the Prophets and the Apostles were speaking directly to his heart. This love of Scripture would define his entire life and ministry.


PART TWO: THE AUGUSTINIAN YEARS

The Cloister of São Vicente de Fora — 1210

Entering Religious Life

At approximately fifteen years of age — around 1210 — Fernando made the decisive step that would set the course of his life. He entered the Canons Regular of Saint Augustine at the Monastery of São Vicente de Fora, just outside the walls of Lisbon. This community followed the Rule of Saint Augustine and lived a life of communal prayer, study, and liturgical worship. For a young man of Fernando's character, the transition from noble household to monastic cloister was not a renunciation of life but an ascent into its deepest meaning.

The Augustinian tradition in which he was formed was one of the great intellectual and spiritual streams of medieval Catholicism. Saint Augustine himself — the great Doctor of Grace, the restless heart that found its rest in God — was Fernando's spiritual father in a profound sense. The Confessions, the City of God, the commentaries on the Psalms: these were the texts that shaped his mind and soul in those years of formation.

Transferred to Coimbra

After some years at São Vicente de Fora, Fernando requested a transfer to the Monastery of the Holy Cross (Santa Cruz) in Coimbra, the intellectual capital of Portugal at the time. His reasons were characteristically spiritual: the proximity of Lisbon made it easy for family and friends to visit, and Fernando found these visits a distraction from the silence and recollection that his soul craved.

At Coimbra, he threw himself into study with extraordinary intensity. The library of Santa Cruz was one of the finest in Portugal. Here Fernando spent years — perhaps eight years in all — deepening his knowledge of Sacred Scripture, the Church Fathers, theology, and the liberal arts. Those who studied with him later testified that his memory was prodigious and his understanding swift, but what was more remarkable was the spirit of prayer that accompanied all his learning. He did not study merely to know but to love — and to teach others to love.

It was at Coimbra, too, that Fernando first encountered something that would change his life forever.

The Martyrs of Morocco

In the year 1220, the remains of five Franciscan friars were brought to the Monastery of Santa Cruz for burial. These were the Protomartyrs of the Franciscan Order: Berard, Peter, Adjutus, Accursius, and Odo — missionaries who had gone to preach the Gospel in Morocco and had been beheaded by the Moorish sultan after refusing to apostatize from the Christian faith. Their bodies had been ransomed and brought back to Portugal by the Infante Dom Pedro.

Fernando venerated these relics with deep devotion. Something broke open in him at the sight of those holy remains. Here were men who had loved Christ so completely that they had given their lives for Him — not abstractly, not sentimentally, but in the concrete reality of the executioner's blade. A fire was kindled in Fernando's heart that would never go out: the fire of apostolic zeal, of desire for martyrdom, of longing to spend himself entirely for Christ and the salvation of souls.

He looked at those five bodies and saw, not death, but the fullness of life. He looked at their witness and felt, for the first time with full clarity, the call he had always carried: not only to pray and study within the cloister, but to go out — to preach, to suffer, to win souls.


PART THREE: THE FRANCISCAN VOCATION

The Little Poor Man of Assisi — 1220

The Encounter with the Franciscans

At this same time, a small group of Franciscan friars had established themselves near Coimbra at a little hermitage called the Chapel of Saint Anthony of Egypt (Sant'António dos Olivais). These were among the first Franciscans to arrive in Portugal, sent by Saint Francis of Assisi himself. They were poor, joyful, burning with apostolic zeal — the complete opposite of settled, comfortable religious life.

Fernando sought them out. He spoke with them. He saw in their poverty and simplicity something that pierced him to the heart — a more radical, more total abandonment to God than even the Augustinian life had offered him. And above all, he saw in them the spirit of those Moroccan martyrs: the willingness to give everything.

With remarkable humility, this brilliant, well-educated, deeply formed Augustinian canon went to those poor friars and, in effect, asked to begin again. He asked to become a Franciscan.

Receiving the Franciscan Habit

Around 1220-1221, Fernando received the Franciscan habit and was given a new name: Anthony — in honor of Saint Anthony of Egypt, the father of monasticism, patron of that very chapel where the friars lived. It was a name of profound significance: Anthony the hermit had been the great exemplar of solitude, prayer, and battle against the powers of darkness. The new Brother Anthony would carry on that spiritual combat, but in a different arena — the arena of preaching, doctrine, and apostolic mission.

He joined the Order with one stated desire: to go to Morocco, to preach to the Moors, and to die a martyr. His superior gave permission. He set sail for Africa.

The Providence of Illness

God had other plans.

Shortly after arriving in Morocco, Anthony fell gravely ill — so ill that the mission was impossible. He had to be sent back to Portugal. But the ship carrying him was caught in a violent storm and driven off course — not back to Portugal, but eastward across the Mediterranean, to Sicily.

What looks, from a human point of view, like failure and frustration was, from the point of view of Providence, an appointment. God was not sending Anthony to die in Morocco. God was sending Anthony to preach in Italy — to become the apostle of the whole Christian world.

He arrived in Sicily, weak and sick, in 1221. He made his way to the great Franciscan General Chapter — the famous "Chapter of Mats" — held at Assisi that same year, presided over by Saint Francis himself. It is virtually certain that Anthony and Francis met here face to face. The founder of the Franciscans and the man who would become its greatest preacher — the two greatest sons of the thirteenth century — stood in the same field.


PART FOUR: THE HIDDEN LIFE AT MONTEPAOLO

The Hermitage — 1221-1222

Chosen for Obscurity

After the great Chapter, no one knew quite what to do with this foreign friar — quiet, still sick, apparently unremarkable. He was assigned to the small hermitage of Montepaolo, near Forlì in northern Italy, there to assist in domestic tasks, pray, and recover his health.

This is one of the most beautiful chapters in Anthony's life, and one of the most overlooked. For nearly a year, the greatest preacher of the age lived in complete obscurity — washing dishes, sweeping floors, praying in a cave, unknown to anyone. He asked for nothing. He complained of nothing. He simply served, and prayed, and waited.

Catholic spiritual writers have always seen in this hidden period of Anthony's life a profound lesson: holiness is built in hiddenness. The contemplative foundation of the active life. The silence from which true preaching is born. Like Our Lord's thirty hidden years before His three years of public ministry, Anthony's months at Montepaolo were not wasted time — they were the most important preparation imaginable.

In that cave above the hermitage, Anthony prayed for hours each day, plunging deeper and deeper into union with God. The Scripture he had memorized at Coimbra became living water in that solitude. The soul that had been formed by Augustine and inflamed by the martyrs was now being purified and readied by the Holy Spirit for something extraordinary.

The Revelation at Forlì

The moment of revelation came at an ordination ceremony in the town of Forlì, probably in 1222. A group of friars and Dominican priests had gathered for the occasion. Each speaker was expecting another to deliver the sermon — and in the confusion, no one had prepared. The superior turned to Brother Anthony — the quiet, obscure foreign friar — and simply told him to preach whatever the Holy Spirit put into his heart.

What followed left the entire assembly in stunned amazement.

Anthony opened his mouth and out poured a torrent of sacred eloquence the likes of which none present had ever heard. He preached from Scripture with total fluency. He moved from theological argument to tender devotion to passionate exhortation — with a grace, a power, a depth that could not be explained by natural gifts alone. Learned Dominicans sat in silence, mouths open. Franciscan friars wept.

The secret was out. God had hidden this treasure long enough.


PART FIVE: THE APOSTOLIC MISSION

Preacher to the World — 1222-1231

Sent Forth by Saint Francis

Word of Anthony's sermon reached Saint Francis himself. Francis, with his characteristic directness and spiritual insight, wrote Anthony a brief but memorable letter — one of the very few letters of Francis that survive — authorizing him to teach theology to the friars, with the famous condition: "provided that, as is contained in the Rule, you do not extinguish the spirit of holy prayer and devotion with study of this kind."

This letter is treasured in the Franciscan tradition as a masterpiece of spiritual discernment. Francis recognized in Anthony not only a great scholar but a great saint — and he saw that in Anthony, knowledge and prayer were not competing but were one.

Anthony began to preach throughout northern Italy with such power that entire cities were moved. He preached in Rimini, in Bologna, in Milan, in the Po Valley and the foothills of the Alps. He preached in churches and in the open air — and when the churches were too small for the crowds, the crowds simply spilled out into the streets and fields.

The Hammer of Heretics

This was the age of the Cathar heresy — one of the most dangerous threats to Catholic faith in the whole medieval period. The Cathars (also called Albigensians) had spread through southern France and into northern Italy, teaching a radical dualism that denied the goodness of creation, the Incarnation, the sacraments, and the resurrection of the body. They were not merely mistaken — they were actively winning converts and destabilizing the social and spiritual fabric of Catholic society.

Anthony was sent to preach against them, and he did so with brilliant effectiveness. Unlike those who combated heresy with coercion, Anthony fought with truth — with Scripture, with theology, with the lived witness of holiness, and above all with charity. He did not hate the heretics; he grieved for their souls. And this combination of intellectual rigor and personal sanctity disarmed many who were immune to mere argument.

The title Malleus Hereticorum — Hammer of Heretics — was given to him by posterity in recognition of this work. But it must be understood correctly: he hammered not at persons but at error. He broke not souls but falsehoods. His weapon was always the Word of God.

Preaching in Southern France

Between approximately 1224 and 1227, Anthony preached extensively in southern France — in Montpellier, Toulouse, Limoges, Bourges, and the surrounding regions. This was the heartland of the Cathar movement, and Anthony's presence there was a direct apostolic response to the crisis.

His preaching drew thousands. Catholics who had grown lukewarm were rekindled. Sinners converted. Heretics were reconciled to the Church. He heard confessions for hours on end — often late into the night — because the crowds seeking the sacrament of Penance were too great to be managed in ordinary time.

It was in France that he was given yet another title: Arcam Testamenti — Ark of the Testament — because of the extraordinary breadth of his scriptural knowledge and his ability to expound the whole of Scripture as a unified testimony to Christ.

Minister Provincial

In 1227, Anthony was elected Minister Provincial of the Franciscan Order in northern Italy — a position of considerable administrative responsibility. He accepted it with characteristic obedience and humility, though it was not the work for which his soul most longed. During this period he also attended the General Chapter at Assisi in 1227, following the death of Saint Francis the previous year.

He held this office until 1228, when he asked to be relieved of it so that he could return to preaching and contemplation. His request was granted. For the rest of his life — only three more years — he would be free to do what God had made him to do.

In Padua: The Great Lenten Mission of 1231

Anthony's final and in many ways most glorious apostolic work was the Great Lenten Mission he preached in Padua in the spring of 1231. It was a mission without parallel in the medieval world.

So great were the crowds that no church in Padua could contain them. Anthony preached in the open fields outside the city — and the crowds that gathered numbered, by contemporary accounts, in the tens of thousands. People came not only from Padua but from the surrounding towns and countryside, some traveling for days.

The effects were extraordinary. The civic life of Padua was transformed. Enemies were reconciled. Stolen goods were returned. Unjust debts were forgiven. Imprisoned debtors were freed — Anthony personally lobbied the civil authorities on behalf of those imprisoned for debt, and a new law was passed. The Commune of Padua enacted legislation based on his preaching — a rare and remarkable instance of the Gospel directly reshaping civil law through the power of preaching alone.

He preached every morning. He heard confessions every afternoon. He spent the nights in prayer. His body, never fully strong after his illness in Morocco, was being consumed by his apostolic fire — but his spirit blazed all the brighter.


PART SIX: THE MIRACLES

Signs and Wonders of the Wonder-Worker

On the Gift of Miracles

The Catholic Church has always understood miracles not as violations of nature but as signs — confirmations of divine truth, tokens of God's merciful power, occasions of grace for those who witness them. Saint Anthony was given the gift of miracles in extraordinary abundance, both during his life and, even more abundantly, after his death. The Church has never been reluctant to celebrate this: the miraculous is not embarrassing to Catholic faith but integral to it, for we believe in a God who is not distant but near, not silent but speaking, not inactive but continuously at work in His creation.

The Miracle of the Mule

Perhaps the most famous miracle of Anthony's life — and one thoroughly authenticated in the sources — is the Miracle of the Mule, which occurred in Rimini, likely around 1223.

Anthony was preaching to the Cathars, who denied the Real Presence of Christ in the Most Blessed Sacrament. A prominent heretic named Bonvillo challenged him: "If you can show me a miracle, I will believe." Anthony asked what miracle he demanded. Bonvillo said he would starve his mule for three days, and then present it with a choice between a pile of grain and the Eucharist. If the mule knelt before the Host, he would believe.

The terms were set. After three days of fasting, the mule was brought to the public square. The grain was placed on one side. Anthony came bearing the Most Blessed Sacrament. The crowd — Catholic and Cathar alike — held its breath.

The mule lowered its head and knelt before the Eucharist.

Catholic tradition has always treasured this miracle not only as a supernatural sign but as a profound theological statement: that even an irrational animal was moved by God to give the honor that a rational creature withheld. Many conversions followed, including, by some accounts, that of Bonvillo himself.

The Sermon to the Fishes

When the people of Rimini refused to hear Anthony preach, he went to the riverbank where the Marecchia meets the Adriatic Sea and called out to the fish. Catholic tradition records that the fish gathered — their heads above the water, in orderly rows — and listened as Anthony preached to them about the goodness of their Creator.

Word spread through the city. The inhabitants came out to see, and were shamed by the sight: the creatures of the sea giving honor to the Word of God while the children of God went their way. Many came back and listened. Many converted.

This miracle has been beloved in Catholic piety across the centuries — not as a zoological curiosity but as a parable of grace: when human hardness of heart closes the ears of rational creatures, God finds other witnesses. The whole of creation belongs to Him, and all of it can be made to serve His purposes.

The Speaking of the Infant

A nobleman named Tiso of Campo San Piero, in the region of Padua, had given Anthony hospitality in a walnut tree (a practice of the time, when a hollow or elevated space in a tree was fitted with a platform for prayer). One night Tiso saw a great light descending upon the tree and looked out to see Anthony holding the Child Jesus in his arms.

This vision — the most intimate of all the mystical graces associated with Anthony — became one of the most beloved images in all of Catholic art: the saint with the Child Jesus upon his arm or book, the Divine Infant looking up at His beloved servant with tenderness. It is an image that has comforted millions of faithful souls across eight centuries.

Catholic theology interprets this vision as God's confirmation of Anthony's contemplative union with Christ — a showing forth in visible form of what was always true in spirit: that Anthony carried Christ with him in all his preaching, all his study, all his service to the poor.

The Miracle of the Restored Foot

During his time in Padua, a young man named Leonardo came to Anthony confessing that he had kicked his mother in a fit of rage. Anthony — with characteristic pastoral force — told him that the foot that could commit such a sin deserved to be cut off. The young man, taking the words too literally in his penitential fervor, went home and cut off his own foot.

When Anthony learned what had happened, he prayed over the severed limb and restored it to the man's leg — whole, healed, as though nothing had happened. The story spread through Padua immediately and was one of the most widely known miracles of his life.

Reading of Hearts

Numerous testimonies, both from his canonization process and from subsequent Catholic tradition, speak of Anthony's gift of reading hearts — the ability to know, without being told, the secret sins and struggles of those who came to him. Many who approached him in confession expecting to control what they revealed found, to their amazement, that Anthony already knew.

This gift, which the Church calls the gratia discernendi spirituum — the grace of discerning spirits — was understood as a direct fruit of his extraordinary contemplative life and his intimacy with the Holy Spirit.

Bilocation

Catholic hagiographic tradition also records instances of bilocation — of Anthony being seen in two places at the same time. The most celebrated is the occasion of Holy Thursday, when Anthony was preaching in France and was simultaneously seen to appear and read from a book in Padua, before the congregation there, at the exact moment he was confirmed to be in France.

Bilocation has been recorded in the lives of numerous Catholic saints — including Saint Pio of Pietrelcina in our own age — and is understood as a miraculous extension of the saint's spiritual presence, a participation in God's own omnipresence made possible by the saint's extraordinary union with Him.

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PART SEVEN: THE FINAL DAYS AND HOLY DEATH

Camposampiero and Padua — June 1231

Withdrawal to Camposampiero

By the spring of 1231, Anthony's body was giving way. The years of fasting, ceaseless preaching, long nights of prayer, and the heroic physical labors of his apostolate had left him exhausted and ill — he suffered from what Catholic sources describe as dropsy, an accumulation of fluid in the body that caused him great discomfort. He was thirty-five years old.

He withdrew to the estate of his friend Tiso at Camposampiero, about fifteen miles from Padua, to rest and pray. He spent his final days in the walnut tree where he had received the vision of the Christ Child — in silence, in prayer, in preparation for the last great passage.

He knew he was dying. He made his peace with God and with the world. He prepared his soul with the full preparation of a Catholic death: confession, the reception of the Body of Christ in Viaticum, the anointing of the sick.

The Blessed Death

On the afternoon of Friday, June 13, 1231, as he was being transported back toward Padua — for he had asked to die within the city he loved — Anthony of Padua died. He was thirty-five years, seven months, and thirteen days old.

Catholic tradition records that at the moment of his death, the children in Padua began to run through the streets crying, "The saint is dead! The saint is dead!" — moved by some divine instinct before any natural news could have reached them. The whole city went into mourning.

He was buried at the small Church of Santa Maria Mater Domini in Padua, the church of the Franciscan friars. Within hours of his death, miracles were reported at his tomb.

The Incorrupt Tongue

When, some years after Anthony's death, his body was translated — moved to a new resting place — Saint Bonaventure was present. Upon opening the tomb, the body had returned to dust as bodies do. But the tongue was found perfectly incorrupt — fresh, red, and whole.

Saint Bonaventure, taking the tongue in his hands, addressed it directly: "O blessed tongue, which always praised the Lord and made others bless Him — now it is evident what great merit you have before God!"

The tongue of Saint Anthony is preserved to this day and may be venerated by pilgrims in the Basilica of Saint Anthony in Padua. It remains one of the most extraordinary relics in the Catholic Church — a physical sign, preserved by God Himself, of the instrument through which the Holy Spirit had spoken to so many souls.

Along with the tongue, the chin and vocal cords of Saint Anthony are also preserved and venerated in the Basilica.


PART EIGHT: CANONIZATION AND TITLES

Doctor of the Church — 1232 and 1946

Canonized Within One Year

Pope Gregory IX canonized Anthony of Padua on May 30, 1232 — less than one year after his death. This is one of the shortest intervals between death and canonization in the entire history of the Church. It was a recognition not only of the miracles that were already multiplying at his tomb, but of the universal testimony to his holiness that had been gathering throughout his apostolic life.

The Pope himself had heard Anthony preach and had called him Arca Testamenti — the Ark of the Covenant — in recognition of his extraordinary mastery of Scripture.

The canonization process gathered sworn testimonies from hundreds of witnesses. The miracles examined and authenticated for the canonization were remarkable in their variety and their documentation. The verdict of the Church was clear and swift: this man was a saint.

Doctor of the Universal Church

On January 16, 1946, Pope Pius XII proclaimed Saint Anthony of Padua a Doctor of the Universal Church — one of the highest titles that can be bestowed upon a saint. The title recognizes those saints whose teaching has been of outstanding benefit to the whole Church, whose writings or preaching have contributed something essential to the Catholic understanding of the faith.

Anthony was given the title Doctor Evangelicus — the Evangelical Doctor — in recognition of the centrality of the Gospel in all his preaching and teaching.

His Sermones — the collection of his sermons, which survive and can be read today — are dense, rich documents, saturated with Scripture, patristic citation, and theological precision. They are not easy reading, for they were written as frameworks for preaching, not as literary compositions. But they reveal a mind and soul of extraordinary depth — a man who had truly made the Word of God his home.

Patron Saints and Titles

Over the centuries, the Church and the faithful have recognized Saint Anthony under many patronages, each rooted in his life and miracles:

Patron of lost things and lost persons — flowing from the miracle of a novice who stole Anthony's Psalter (a prayer book) and was compelled by supernatural fear to return it. From this incident grew the immense popular devotion of praying to Anthony for the recovery of lost articles — a devotion so universal that it is observed by Catholics in every country in the world.

Patron of the poor — flowing from his lifelong love of the poor, his preaching against unjust wealth, and the Bread of Saint Anthony, an ancient tradition by which the faithful offer bread or alms in his honor for the benefit of the poor.

Patron of travelers — flowing from his own life of ceaseless apostolic travel.

Patron of Portugal and Padua — claimed with equal fervor by both the land of his birth and the city of his labors and death.

Patron of pregnant women and infertile couples — flowing from numerous miracles associated with childbirth and fertility in Catholic tradition.


PART NINE: THE BREAD OF SAINT ANTHONY

A Living Tradition of Charity

The Origin of the Bread

Among the most beautiful devotions in the entire Catholic calendar is Il Pane di Sant'Antonio — the Bread of Saint Anthony. Its origin is rooted in a miracle and a mother's prayer.

A child — the accounts give different names, but the substance is the same — had fallen into a barrel of water and drowned. The mother, in her despair, cried out to Saint Anthony and vowed that if her child were restored to life, she would give bread to the poor equal to the child's weight. The child was restored. The mother kept her vow.

From this, and from the more general Franciscan tradition of feeding the poor in Anthony's name, there grew a practice observed by Catholic communities across the world: on Tuesday (the day associated with his miracles and intercession), the faithful bring offerings of bread, food, or money to be distributed to the poor in Anthony's honor.

The theological heart of this devotion is profound: Anthony, who preached that true religion must express itself in care for the poor, is honored not primarily through candles or flowers (though these are good) but through concrete acts of charity. The Bread of Saint Anthony is Catholic social doctrine expressed in flour and water — the Gospel made tangible in the feeding of the hungry.

The Tuesday Devotion

The association of Saint Anthony with Tuesday has a specific origin in Catholic tradition: it was on a Tuesday that many of his most celebrated miracles occurred, and it was on a Tuesday that his feast day originally fell in some local calendars before being fixed to June 13th.

The practice of making a novena of nine consecutive Tuesdays in Anthony's honor — the Thirteen Tuesdays (actually thirteen, not nine, in the most common form of the devotion) — grew from this association and became one of the most widely practiced popular devotions in the Catholic world.


PART TEN: THE BASILICA OF SAINT ANTHONY

The Santo — Padua, Italy

A Church Born of a City's Love

Within months of Anthony's death, the people of Padua — who had loved him, heard him preach, been converted by him, received miracles through him — began building a great church in his honor. Construction of what would become the Basilica of Saint Anthony began in 1232, the year of his canonization, and continued for centuries.

The Basilica — known simply by the Paduans as il Santo, "the Saint" — is one of the most magnificent pilgrimage churches in the world. Its seven domes, inspired in part by the Basilica of San Marco in Venice, its soaring Gothic arches, its extraordinary treasury of art and relics — all of it stands as the visible expression of eight centuries of Catholic gratitude and devotion.

The Chapel of the Relics

At the heart of the Basilica is the Chapel of the Relics — the Cappella delle Reliquie — where the precious remains of Saint Anthony are kept and venerated. Here the faithful can kneel before the reliquary containing his tongue, his chin, his vocal cords, and other relics. Here, day after day, generation after generation, Catholics from every nation in the world come to pray and to ask his intercession.

The experience of kneeling in that chapel — of placing one's hand upon the cold marble of the wall, close to the relics of this great saint — is one that pilgrims consistently describe as overwhelming. The sense of the communion of saints, of the closeness of heaven to earth, of the Church as a living reality stretching across time and death, is made palpably real in that sacred space.

The Tomb

The high altar of the main chapel contains the primary tomb of Saint Anthony. Pilgrims are invited to pass through in procession, touching the tomb, pressing their faces against the marble, whispering their petitions. On any given day, the tomb is surrounded by candles, flowers, and the prayers of thousands — thanksgivings for miracles received, petitions for miracles needed, hearts laid bare before the saint who spent his life opening hearts to God.

The walls of the chapel around the tomb are lined with ex-votos — votive offerings left by pilgrims in thanksgiving for answered prayers. Photographs, crutches, written testimonies, medals — the accumulated evidence of eight centuries of answered prayer. It is one of the most moving sights in all of Catholic Europe.


PART ELEVEN: SAINT ANTHONY IN SCRIPTURE AND THEOLOGY

The Doctor Evangelicus

A Preacher Saturated with the Word

To understand Saint Anthony's greatness as a Doctor of the Church, one must understand his relationship with Sacred Scripture. It was not academic. It was not merely professional. It was the relationship of a lover with the beloved — of a soul that had made God's Word its dwelling place.

Anthony knew the whole of Scripture — Old Testament and New — not as a storehouse of proof-texts but as a living unity, a single divine revelation unfolding through history toward its fulfillment in Jesus Christ. He read every page of the Old Testament as a preparation for, and a figure of, the New. He saw Abraham, Moses, David, the Prophets, the Wisdom books — all of them pointing forward, all of them crying out for the One who was to come.

His Sermon collections reveal a mind that had so internalized Scripture that the texts wove themselves together spontaneously — he could move from the Psalms to the Epistles to the Prophets to the Gospels in a single breath, always in service of the one theme: Christ and the salvation of souls.

The Sacramental Heart of His Theology

Anthony's theology was, at its center, sacramental. He believed — and preached with fire — that the Incarnation of the Son of God had made the material world a vehicle of grace, and that the Church's sacraments were the continuation of the Incarnation in history. This is why the defense of the Real Presence against the Cathars was so important to him: to deny the Real Presence was not merely a theological error but a denial of the whole sacramental economy — a denial of the Incarnation itself.

For Anthony, the Eucharist was not a symbol but the Living Christ — body, blood, soul, and divinity. Every Mass was Calvary made present. Every Communion was an embrace with the Eternal Son. This is why the mule knelt — and why Anthony's miracle in Rimini spoke so directly to the hearts of those who witnessed it.

On Poverty and the Poor

Anthony's theology of poverty was authentically Franciscan — rooted in the teaching and example of Saint Francis — but given by Anthony a particularly sharp prophetic edge. In his sermons he denounced the unjust accumulation of wealth with a directness that could disturb a comfortable listener even today. He drew on the words of the Old Testament prophets, on the stern words of Christ about riches, on the teaching of the Fathers — and he applied them without mitigation to the world of his own time.

But his prophetic word was always accompanied by practical action: he organized the distribution of food to the poor, he visited the sick and imprisoned, he negotiated on behalf of debtors. His theology of poverty was not merely theoretical — it was lived, enacted, embodied.


PART TWELVE: THE DEVOTIONAL LIFE WITH SAINT ANTHONY

How the Faithful Honor Him

The Novena and the Responsory

The Responsory of Saint AnthonySi quaeris miracula ("If then you ask for miracles") — is one of the most ancient and beloved prayers in the whole Catholic tradition. Attributed to Saint Bonaventure himself, it was composed around the time of Anthony's canonization and has been prayed by generations of the faithful ever since. It is a summary, in verse, of the miracles and virtues of the saint, and a plea for his intercession:

"If then you ask for miracles: death, error, all calamities, the leprosy and demons fly, and health succeeds infirmities..."

The full Responsory is recited as part of the Liturgy of the Hours in the Divine Office, and it is also prayed privately by countless Catholics around the world.

The classical Novena to Saint Anthony — nine days of prayer before his feast day on June 13th — is one of the most widely prayed novenas in the Church. Its petitions are simple and direct: invoking Anthony's intercession, asking for his patronage, making specific requests with faith in his power before God.

The Feast Day — June 13th

The Feast of Saint Anthony of Padua on June 13th is celebrated as a Solemnity in the Diocese of Padua and across the Portuguese-speaking world, and as a Memorial throughout the universal Church. In Padua, the feast is preceded by a nine-day celebration — the Novena Solenne — of Masses, processions, and prayer. On June 13th itself, a great outdoor Mass is celebrated at the Basilica, attended by tens of thousands of pilgrims from across the world.

In Portugal, June 13th is a national holiday — Dia de Santo António — marked by festivities, processions, and popular celebrations of every kind. Lisbon's traditional neighborhoods hold the Marchas Populares — elaborate street parades — in his honor. The city of his birth keeps faith with its greatest son.

Finding Lost Things: The Beloved Prayer

"Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony, please come around — something is lost and cannot be found."

This simple rhyme, known to Catholics everywhere, captures one of the most intimate dimensions of devotion to Saint Anthony: the trust that he cares about even the small losses of daily life. No petition is too trivial for the saint who helped a friar recover a stolen Psalter. No anxiety is beneath his notice.

Catholic tradition teaches that this devotion is not superstition but an expression of genuine theological truth: the saints in heaven are not absorbed into a vague divine consciousness but remain fully personal, fully aware, fully capable of interceding for us in the specific circumstances of our specific lives. Anthony knows your name. He knows your need. He is waiting to help — as he helped the thousands who came to him in Padua.

Touching the Statue

In countless Catholic churches around the world, the statue of Saint Anthony shows visible signs of years of tender contact: the paint worn from the hand that holds the lily, the foot rubbed to bare plaster by the touch of millions of faithful hands. These worn places are among the most eloquent testimonies to popular Catholic faith — the accumulated touch of generation upon generation of believers, each one reaching out to the saint with trust, with love, with need.

God does not disdain this tenderness. The saints do not disdain it. The Incarnation sanctified matter, sanctified touch, sanctified the reaching-out of human hands. When a Catholic mother takes her sick child to the statue of Saint Anthony and presses the child's hand against the cool plaster — she is doing something deeply, authentically Catholic.


PART THIRTEEN: SAINT ANTHONY AND OUR LADY

The Marian Saint

A Son of Mary

Anthony of Padua was, in the fullest sense, a son of the Blessed Virgin Mary. His devotion to Our Lady ran through his entire life and spirituality like a golden thread. The Franciscan Order, which he loved and served, is itself profoundly Marian — dedicated from its founding to the Mother of God, whose praises Francis of Assisi sang in his Canticle of the Creatures and in his own Office of Our Lady.

For Anthony, Mary was the Theotokos — the God-bearer — the woman through whom the Eternal Word entered human history. His sermons contain some of the most beautiful Marian passages in medieval Catholic literature. He spoke of her as the dawn that precedes the Sun, the vessel of honor, the throne of the King of Kings.

Mary in His Preaching

Anthony's theological understanding of Mary was entirely orthodox and traditionally Catholic, rooted in the Fathers and the early Councils. He preached her perpetual virginity, her divine maternity, her role as the new Eve and the Mother of the Church. He drew from the deep wells of Patristic Mariology — from Irenaeus, Ambrose, Augustine, John Damascene — and poured out their wisdom in sermons that made the faithful love the Mother of God more deeply.

He had a special devotion to the Annunciation — the moment when Mary's fiat, her "let it be done," opened the gates of redemption. For Anthony, that moment was the hinge of all history: the moment when heaven stooped to earth, when the Infinite entered the finite, when God became one of us. And Mary was the door through which He came.


PART FOURTEEN: SAINT ANTHONY FOR THE FAITHFUL TODAY

Living Under His Patronage

A Saint for Every State of Life

One of the most remarkable things about the devotion to Saint Anthony is its universality — it crosses every boundary of culture, class, language, and vocation. The scholar finds in him a patron of sacred learning. The preacher finds in him the model of apostolic zeal. The poor find in him their defender. The sick find in him their intercessor. The mother searching for her lost child, the couple longing for a baby, the traveler far from home, the sinner seeking courage to confess — all of them have found in Anthony a friend.

This universality is not accidental. It is the fruit of a sanctity that was truly total — a man who held nothing back from God, who gave everything, who allowed grace to fill every corner of his being. When a saint is truly conformed to Christ, who is all things to all people, that saint becomes in some way all things to all people too. Anthony is a mirror of Christ — and in that mirror, every faithful soul can see something of its own longing reflected.

How to Grow in Devotion to Saint Anthony

Read his life. The classical life of Saint Anthony, as narrated in approved Catholic sources, is itself a course of spiritual instruction. Every episode teaches something about faith, humility, zeal, charity, and trust in Providence.

Pray the Responsory. Si quaeris miracula is not merely a historical poem. It is a living prayer, a cry of confidence addressed to a saint who hears it. Pray it daily.

Observe the Feast Day. June 13th should be a day of particular prayer, perhaps of Mass, perhaps of some act of charity in his honor. Mark it in your calendar. Celebrate it with your family.

Practice the Bread of Saint Anthony. Find a way, on his feast day or on the Tuesdays dedicated to him, to give something to the poor in his name. This is not merely a pious custom — it is participation in the apostolic charity that defined his life.

Go on pilgrimage. If it is ever possible, visit Padua. Touch the tomb. Venerate the relics. Stand in the Basilica il Santo and pray. Pilgrimage is not mere tourism — it is a sacramental act, a bodily expression of spiritual seeking, a participation in the great tradition of Catholic pilgrimage that stretches back to the earliest centuries of the Church.

Entrust your needs to him. Do not be embarrassed to ask Anthony for things — even small things, even material things. God cares about the whole of your life, not only its spiritual aspects. The saint who returned a stolen Psalter and restored a severed foot cares about your car keys and your sick parent and your marriage difficulties. Ask him. Trust him. And give thanks when he answers.

The Communion of Saints

In the end, devotion to Saint Anthony is an expression of one of the most beautiful mysteries of the Catholic faith: the Communio Sanctorum, the Communion of Saints. We are not alone. The Church is not confined to the living. The holy men and women who have gone before us in faith have not ceased to exist — they live, more fully than we do, in the presence of God. And they love us. They pray for us. They stand before the throne of grace and lift up our names.

Saint Anthony is alive. He is more alive than you or I, for his life is no longer limited by the frailties of mortality. He prays for the Church he loved. He prays for the poor he served. He prays for the sinners he spent his life trying to reconcile to God. He prays for you.

Go to him with confidence. He is a great saint but a simple friend. He has never turned away a soul that came to him with trust.


EPILOGUE: A PRAYER TO SAINT ANTHONY

O gentle and loving Saint Anthony, whose heart was ever full of human sympathy, whisper my petition into the ears of the sweet Infant Jesus, who loved to be folded in your arms. The gratitude of my heart will ever be yours.

Saint Anthony, you were taken from us in the flower of your earthly life. The Church mourned your passing and all Christendom wept. Yet you left us an example of apostolic zeal and Franciscan charity that shall never be forgotten.

Help me to imitate you in loving God and neighbor. Obtain for me the grace to live my Faith fervently, to combat sin in myself and in the world, and to love the poor as you loved them.

And in all my needs — great and small, spiritual and temporal — be my advocate before the throne of grace, that I may one day join you in the eternal joy of Heaven.

Amen.


"The life of Anthony is a reminder, now as ever, that in the Kingdom of God the only true greatness is holiness — and that holiness is nothing other than love, freely given, completely given, given to the end."


Praised be Jesus Christ — now and forever. Amen. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. Amen.

ODOR OF SANCTITY

"And when he had opened the book, the four living creatures, and the four and twenty ancients fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full o/ odours, which are the prayers of saints. "—Apocalypse

At the very beginning Of the Christian era, perfumes were introduced as elements proper to the worship Of God. Myrrh, an aromatic gum resin, and frankincense were offered to the Christ Child by the Three Magi. We also read of the reverential act performed by Mary Magdalen when she "took a pound of ointment of right spikenard, of great price, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair; and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment." (John 12:3).

It is not surprising that the sweet aroma of perfumes should be associated with virtues, goodness and holiness Of God's Saints, and it is not surprising that one of the phenomena most frequently mentioned in the lives of the Saints is that of a perfume in which the Saints, by the grace of God, emitted a sweet fragrance from their bodies either during
their lifetime or after death. In this chapter we will consider the fragrances emitted from the bodies of the Saints while they were alive, or the perfumes that lingered about the articles they used in life. Anotherchapter will deal with the fragrances Of the dead.

POPE BENEDICT XIV (d. 1758), in his work, De Beatificatione Canonizatione, acknowledges this phenomenon and even indicates the procedure to be followed in verifying its existence when a soul is being considered for beatification. According to the Pontiff, it should be
considered whether the odor is both sweet and persistent and whether it could be explained as having come from anything other than the person.

He and I

On very rare occasions in her early life, Gabrielle had been surprised by a Mysterious Voice, which she heard and felt with awe, and sometimes anxious questionings, which she perceived to be the Voice of Christ. It was only at the age of 62, however, that this touching dialogue with the "Inner Voice" began in earnest, continuing (at least in her notes) until two weeks before her death on June 9, 1950.

The journal that she kept of her dialogue with the Inner Voice has been published in numerous languages under the title "He and I" (see note above) and has become a source of deep inspiration and edification for those who read it. Below are a few excerpts from this extraordinary dialogue between "the Inner Voice" and Gabrielle.


April 12, 1945. In the [train] station at Angers.

Coming from Paris I had a seat in spite of the dense crowd.

"You see what great care I take of My own. Even in the tumult I draw them into solitude where the heart is on the alert to hear the Beloved. Didn't I say to them in the past, 'When I sent you out without purse or staff did you lack anything?' And they answered, 'Nothing'"
'Lord, it is often l who am lacking.'

"For these omissions humble yourself, and don't be astonished by them. Wish to be cured of this lack of carefulness in My service. Take frequent stock not only of the value of your actions, but above all, of the value of your motive in doing them - the forthrightness of your will to glorify Me.

Perhaps if you paid attention more often to what you do for Me, you would intensify your fervor and tender­ness. You would be more faithful in the details - these precious details that can earn so much. They are the specks of goodness that fill life....You get the picture -the invisible grains of sand that make up the im­mense Sahara. Take great care in the very little things, My Gabrielle. Say to yourself, 'They are made to the Measure of My little nature'. And this thought will keep you humble.

Have you noticed how often the work of the hum­ble has to be done again? Put all your heart into it, knowing that you please Me. And since you want to live for Me, since you want to see everything in rela­tion to Me, and pattern your life after Me, then con­sider how short the time is that remains for you on earth. You can give Me glory in that time. Give it to Me unstintingly,"


April 20, 1945 - Le Fresne. At church.

I had seen flowers of all kinds at the edge of a ditch.

"You see how insurgent the spring is! Let a spring­tide of love in your soul blossom out in good deeds of every color. I shall look lovingly at them just as you looked at the flowers in the underbrush. Tell yourself that love alone can make fresh wonders spring forth.

Then give yourself to Love so that Love may pos­sess you. Don't divide yourself into two - one part for you and the other for Me - since I long to have all of you and cherish this hope. Your love quenches My thirst. I am most demanding: you see I want My chil­dren to be wholly and utterly Mine at every moment. So don't withhold a thing. Don't take anything of yourselves away. You would steal from Me if you did, because everything is Mine.

If I require this of you it is because My yearning for you is a consuming fire. And My yearning is born of My love. Do you understand? Do you at last believe? Do you acknowledge My power to love? And if Mine is a love beyond all others, then how could you fail to go beyond your usual ways of loving to make your home in the higher realms - the realms where all is simplicity in our oneness. Above all when you know that it is there that I'm waiting for you and that great is My need to Meet you.

Meditate on this need of Mine and you will call to mind that it is in your power to give Me this alms. Then remember the value of a free gift - the gift of oneself ­when offered out of tenderness. What inexpressible joy will be His who receives it. He will multiply His bless­ings so that the one that receives them will be lost in wonder and gratitude. 'What have I done to deserve the kindness of My God?' he will ask. And I shall reply, 'You loved Him with all your strivings and you let Him love you'"


April 26, 1945 - 'Lord, Your poor little girl, Your poor image is here before you, yearning for You with all the strength of her being.'

"Have you noticed how people talk among themselves, discussing all their personal affairs? They spend so much time this way and it does them so little good. Don't you think that if they gave themselves to Me, their Friend, I should rejoice to have My place in their thoughts and I should know how to reward their confidence in abundance? Don't you think that it would create a moment-to-moment intimacy between them and Me, and this would be a joy for them, because close to Me their lives would lose their tension.

You understand? It would be life together with Me- I carrying the heavy end of things. So again I say: speak with Me, My little ones. Speak with Me. And our hearts will Merge. Isn't this the aim of My Christians? Isn't that why you want to die? Then begin living this heart-oneness. Seize upon every opportunity. Find every pretext. You aren't bold enough. For some of you it is because you are indifferent.

But My close friends, why, why don't they call to Me from their heart's depths? If only their belief were less like unbelief! If their hope were fixed upon My help ... And if, in all simplicity, their love loved Me more. I should be there looking after everything in their day, and when night fell, their eyes would close again on My face."


Aug 12, 1945, Le Fresne Church.

"When you say to Me 'Beloved Jesus, I give You My entire life' do you realize that at the same time I have given you more, since even what you are giving Me is what I've given you? Admit that everything you have comes from Me. It's all a gift from Me, and not to display My power, not chosen at random, but by My most attentive love -chosen especially for you, My children -for your path in life, in order to help you reach the goal that is yours."

"You have everything you need to perfect the Gabrielle I dreamed of in creating you. Did you watch Me creating you? You see, you can have no idea of the tenderness that I pledged to your soul so long ago -from all eternity. Then I ask you not to consider Me too exacting if I say to you, as I do so often, 'Give Me everything'.


March 21, 1946 -Holy hour

"All night long I waited for you in My Eucharist -waited to give Myself to you in the morning. Why should this astonish you? You believe in My presence and a tabernacle, don't you? You believe in My immense love? Then put the two together. And when you wake up during the night, look at the One who is already longing for the dawn to bring you to Him. This will quicken your love and give you confidence in My power. Let Me profit by the days of your life, they are not many. Prolong Me in them as much as you can don't let a day go by without doing something for Me, for there is not a single day that I am not at work, you for your own happiness. Do you believe Me?"

'Yes Lord'

"Then humble yourself for not having responded better to all the loving kindness of your Creator. You know how I love to forgive? You know how your confidence attracts My compassion? Your trust can win anything from My heart. Count on Me. Call Me. Don't you love your name? I love to hear Mine on your lips. Don't deprive Me."


December 19, 1946

"Don't be afraid to discover how little it takes to touch Me. I am the sensitive One and you can never know how your gestures make music in My heart. Be afraid of hurting Me. Always try to give Me joy and above all don't imagine Me to be far off. You realize that I am in you, don't you? And if you do, why don't you think of Me more often? I was going to say, always. Then My longing for you, would be completely satisfied. I am the same for all people. They are all My children. I long for every one of them. So, in offering yourself offer the others to Me with My joy in mind."


February 6, 1947 –Holy hour

"Your desire in itself is a call that pleases Me and gives Me great honor. You make amends for yourself and you make amends for the ingratitude of so many others. Do they think of Me with a little affection even once a year? Do they accept the thought of My love for each one of them? When will you realize that time -the span of earthly life- is too short, that I need all eternity to love them? That this present life of theirs is not their goal, but only a Means given to them to earn the Alder life? Pray for them. You can do a great deal without seeing the fruit. But I see; I hear. I see that in helping others to arise you rise yourself. Do you believe Me? Come to Me and bring others with you."


February 14, 1947 -in a moment of sadness

"Remember that I traveled all of your roads".
"If you want to gain strength to make a sacrifice, don't look at the sacrifice. Look at My joy."
"Don't you realize that I have been waiting a long, long time for you? No two souls are alike. None other can give Me what I expect from you."


March 6, 1947

"Each soul is the object of My special love. That is why I am so grateful to those who are resourceful and bringing back sinners to Me. Keep this in mind then. I gave My life for them in the most atrocious torture, for these poor beloved ones. A humble repentance, and they are already on My heart. So speak gently to them. Speak with tenderness. A brusque remark could drive them farther away.

'I am going to meet one tomorrow, Lord'

"I will give you the necessary tact. As always, I will be in you. You will look at Me and call Me and say 'speak through me'. I will be the listening Brother."

'I have just received telegrams and telephone calls for 101 things'

"That his life, unforeseen events, moving from one place to another, rough weather. But, come what may, remain steadfastly in My heart. Keep your eyes fixed on Me as you ask Me for advice, or as you tell Me that you love Me always. Remember that nothing happens without My permission, and be very calm and serene. There is nothing like serenity for convincing people of the Good. This was My response to the craftiness of the Pharisees. So, be calm in your soul, and happily docile to My will. As you look back over your life, don't you see that My will was always for your good? This is because I love you, and it's the same for everyone, since I love each of you individually. I see you all differently; I see every detail about you, do you understand? My love is not of global love.

I need each one of you as though you were the only person in the world, as though the cosmos had been created for you alone, and My love is greater than the cosmos. So let this thought be a strength to you and your smiling calm.

Let us include My Mother in this life of ours. Do you really believe that Her love is active on your behalf? Oh, My little girl, have faith in the great things that you can do with Us. Without Us…but you are already aware of your nothingness. "


April 8, 1948

"Have you thanked Me for all I did for you, for mankind, for the angels, for My mother? What a concert of blessings, My child! Gather them all as though they were yours and join in the symphony of thanksgiving. Sing your part in the choir of number¬less voices, and I'll know it from all the others. Are there two voices alike in the whole world? Aren't you struck by the diversity in human creation? In heaven too, each saint differs from the other, and if you are enchanted by the variety of colors in your garden, you may be sure that Paradise flashes with a myriad of countless splendid things, all for My glory. There too, I know the voices, for I know you all. My children, I atoned for all of you and I know My redeemed ones.

‘Lord, who will teach me to thank You and what words should I use?’

"The most simple - straight from your heart. Say them to Me at Mass. Say them again after your Communion when we are only one. Once more it will be I who give them to you. How I love to act for Myself in you. Can you believe that? I feel at home, and I feel you are Mine. Be very much Mine ... I was going to say, 'Be your Christ before the Father, before others. Be the gentlest and the smallest'


April 17, 1948 - 'Lord, I should so love to live Your words, and I am always myself, still my old self.'

"Is it so difficult to think of your Lord? Is it so difficult to talk with Him and to keep Him company? When you meet someone in a waiting room, don't you instinctively approach that person and in a kindly way do your best to make the time pass pleasantly for him? And if he were a poet, or a scholar, or someone great in the eyes of the world, wouldn't you go even further and show more joy?

My child, it's a God who is waiting at the door of your heart, a God who is all yours and who is in you. You open to Him when you talk to Him, when you look at Him, when you try to take your thoughts off the things around you so that you may turn them to Him with the utmost tenderness.

Don't think that this is a fable I'm telling you. It is the simple reality. But as it's all happening in the shadowland where everything is imperfection, you find it difficult to believe, and you are slow in acting upon it. That is why I am like that person in the waiting room. If only you could approach Me more often with all your kind charm, you might suspect My long yearnings. You might think, 'He's waiting for the world: Yes, My little child, for everyone, and for such a long, long time ... I came to Bethlehem to seek them and I shall go on seeking them right to the end of the world.

This is the patience of God. This is His love. Then how could you ever understand? Yet it would be very sweet to believe, wouldn't it? So quicken your faith by telling Me about it often. More often. Don't get weary: you will hope more and love more. It's your great God who wants you greatly, My very frail little girl"


November 4, 1948

“I knock at your door. You don’t believe that I need my children, do you? An yet, My God-Love needs your love. That is how it is. Always. You remember My words, 'I thirst'? I am always thirsty. If you knew this thirst, more intense than the thirst of men, you would devise every means in your power to quench it. That is why I knock at your door.

Do you remember the heat of the Sahara? The desert burns less than I. Can you understand My thirst for your awareness of Me, for your desire to be pleasing to Me, for your gratitude for My pitiable sufferings, your compassion for all the disgrace, the filth and the hatred I received during the night before My crucifixion and on the morning of My death? And for the blows, and the torture of My body and mind. Do you sometimes think of it?

Can you measure this love that made Me give Myself up when I could have escaped into the invisible? It was My love that went out to meet the torture.

Don't you believe that I paid for the right to have at least your friendship? You recall what the thief said: 'Remember me when You come into Your kingdom'? And I say to you, 'Remember Me during your life'. Place Me as a lighthouse in the center of your mind, not just a lighthouse that illumines, but one that gives warmth. Where can you be where I am not? When you are hunting for Me, I am already there, and when you love Me, I love Myself in you.

I am your Source. Give everything back to Me in joy and simplicity. So few stop to think about this.

Then tell Me now, do you want Me to knock at your door?"


November 11 - Holy hour.

"Practice being more attractive for love's sake. You could do immense good with an affectionate look and a smile. If you keep yourself for yourself, you are your own slave. But if you go to meet people with delicate thoughtfulness, you bring peace and rest; you give the balm of Gilead. How a smile from you would have soothed X this morning if you hadn't shut yourself up in your ivory tower. There is a demon called the spirit of contradiction; he fraternizes with the spirit of self-seeking.

Remember that love is not puffed up with pride and that it will never pass away. What you do for yourself will perish miserably. What you do for others, for the love of Me, will go on re-echoing throughout all eternity.

Have you tried to see Me in others? Have you understood that I live in that old crippled woman on the 'sunken road' and all others like her? Couldn't you bring Me a little wood for this winter, and some clothing? Won't you give Me something to eat? Suppose she is bitter and doesn't thank you, what difference does it make? Since I am the One who receives, and I am rich.

Don't be shy when you give. Be daring in goodness:' I was thinking that I should be ashamed to wheel a barrow with wood in it right to that place.

"Perhaps. But I shall not be ashamed of you at the last judgment. Don't run away any more from what costs you something, and you will be among the happiest people. Besides, I've done so much for you ... You are free though. You will not even commit a fault by not going. I'll just have the sadness of wanting some¬thing without getting it."
"Lord, I'll go."


December 15, 1949 - Holy hour.

Coming back from Mass in the dark at 7am in the freezing rain. "This too, Lord, may I offer for Your sinners in this Marian year?

"I take all sufferings little and big, and place them in the treasury of the Church - the treasury used for the making of saints. You forget your past sufferings, but they continue to bear fruit in My sight. You have already forgotten your travel weariness, weather annoyances, desert thirst, the fears, exile in distant countries, the slow journeys back, the long tests of endurance, times of illness. But remember that you offered Me everything and that I've kept everything.

You love to look at the precious jewels in your mother's jewel box, or your favorite books in your library, or the unusual souvenirs given to you during your long tours. Often it's only a trifle, something that hasn't cost the donor much. You remember the Moslem's terebinth, the Indian's moose glove and the pressed leaf given to you in Larache? You treasure these things because those who gave them to you wanted to please you. For the same reason I have found joy in all the little presents given to Me by My children. Even, if they have not cost you very much, even if you gave them to Me only because My Father put them into your hand by some circumstance other than your own free choice, you offered them to Me like good and affection¬ate children. And so I treasure them as though they were a part of you. Such is your power over Me! You bind Me to you by a single hair of your head. And the more you believe how utterly disarmed I am by your love, the more My unfathomable tenderness overflows to you. The great wrong is to lack faith in it. Then offer Me everything –every gesture, every thought.

-Looking at the preparations for Christmas- ‘Thank you Lord. How could you come down to earth, knowing that You were going to suffer so much?’

“And, if I had not come down, should I have had the joy of instituting My Eucharist where I remain right to the end of the centuries?”
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The source for this article is from the excellent book "He and I" by Gabrielle Bossis, 1985, translated by Evelyn M. Brown, published by Editions Mediaspaul, Imprimatur- Msgr Jean-Marie Fortier, Archbishop, Sherbrooke, Quebec, available here: http://www.catholicfreeshipping.com/Products/cfs_heandibygabo.html