So who did I get? Joyful St. Francis? Funny Philip Neri? Nah.
I got this guy:
He’s Blessed Anton Martin Slomsek (with a curious little thingy over the “s”). Clearly, this is a man who intends to see that I eat my vegetables and clean my plate. And there will be no horseplay in the house!
Yeah, he’ll be a lot of laughs.
Among other things, he was the bishop of Lavant, in Austria (my family was from Slovakia, so we’re practically neighbors!). Born in 1800, died in 1862. But he was also something of a bookworm, and a writer. Details:
A man of initiative and discernment, the changes he wrought in a short time were wonderful. In the Constitution of 1848, granting national rights long denied, he found his instrument. Following this measure, though only after many futile attempts, he received official sanction to undertake the reform of the schools. The first fruits of his labours were a series of excellent text-books, many from his own pen, which proved powerful factors in the growth and development of religious as well as national education. The founding of the weekly, “Drobtinice” (Crumbs), was his next step. Essays and books on a great variety of subjects, embracing practically every question on which his countrymen stood in need of enlightenment, were published in quick succession, and his vigorous and incisive style, well adapted to the intelligence of his readers, though not lacking scholarly refinement, made his works exceedingly popular. His pastorals and sermons constitute a literature of lasting value. In 1841 he sought to realize a dream of years — the establishment of a society for the spread of Catholic literature. Unfortunately, the movement was branded as Panslavistic, and failed at the time ; but ten years later this organization was effected, and Druzba sv. Mohora began sending a few instructive books to Catholic homes. To-day, a million educational volumes have been distributed among a million and a half of people.
All in all, not a bad fellow to have on your side.
I also googled and found a much more appealing image of him, below, in stained glass:
I’m not crazy about the Frankenstein haircut, but I’ll get used to it.
Welcome to “The Deacon’s Bench,” Blessed Anton!
May I call you “Tony”?
Meantime, check out the generator for yourself and see which saint you get.