Luke 10:1-9

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St Anthony of Padua, priest and doctor of the Church, Memorial

Gospel

The Lord appointed seventy-two others and sent them out ahead of him, in pairs, to all the towns and places he himself was to visit. He said to them, ‘The harvest is rich but the labourers are few, so ask the Lord of the harvest to send labourers to his harvest. Start off now, but remember, I am sending you out like lambs among wolves. Carry no purse, no haversack, no sandals. Salute no one on the road. Whatever house you go into, let you first words be, “Peace to his house!” And if a man of peace lives there, your peace will go and rest on him; if not, it will come back to you. Stay in the same house, taking what food and drink they have to offer, for the labourer deserves his wages; do not move from house to house. Whenever you go into a town where they make you welcome, eat what is set before you. Cure those in it who are sick, and say, “The kingdom of God is very near to you.”‘

St Anthony of Padua

St Anthony was born in Lisbon, Portugal on 15 August 1195. A Franciscan, he was known for his profound knowledge of theology and for his power of convincing. His preachings carried him from the north of Africa to Italy and France. He is know as the Evangelical Doctor because he based all that he said on the texts of the Gospels. He did in Padua on 13 June 1231. His intercession is popularly known for finding any lost item.

St Anthony of Padua painting by Giacomo Farelli - Sotheby's London, 29 April 2010, lot 164,
By Giacomo Farelli – Sotheby’s London, 29 April 2010, lot 164, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25799507

Reflection

My name is Antonio. My mother named me after St Anthony and her uncle who was also St Anthony’s namesake. My mother’s uncle was a captain of a barrio in Pililla Rizal back in the early 1900s. A street, A.Talavera, was named after him.

My mother would always bring me to Mass every 13th of June, the feast of St Anthony. Growing up, if my mother could not accompany me, she would always remind me to hear Mass on St Anthony’s feast. She’s the one who also taught me to ask for the saint’s help each time I lost something. I don’t know what my mother promised St Anthony, but each time I needed his intercession, he never failed. St Anthony has become a part of my life. Perhaps, upon my death, he’s one of those that I would love to see and embrace.