I’m reading H.V. Morton’s A Traveller in Italy. ”Reading” is not quite the word, though. ”Relishing” is more like it. Just like a trip there, I really don’t want it to end.
Oddly, I hit the small section on Padua, and St. Anthony, today – on his feast.
No fish to preach to.
But perhaps they might as well be?
The man who is filled with the Holy Spirit speaks in different languages. These different languages are different ways of witnessing to Christ, such as humility, poverty, patience and obedience; we speak in those languages when we reveal in ourselves these virtues to others. (Sermon of St. Anthony. Office of Readings, 6/13)
I can’t believe I forgot today is St. Anthony’s Day. And I just asked him for a favor the other day too. *hangs head in shame*
I like that excerpt from today’s office. A little bit that gives a lot to chew on. It’s funny ’cause it reminds me of the movie “The Artist”, ’cause I remember a lady at the theater saying in a way it wasn’t really a “silent” movie because there was a language coming across the screen with the gestures and imagery, and the quote made me thing about how the languages of virtue St. Anthony talks about speak loudly to others even when they’re practiced in silence (or it seems like no one is listening).