Oil Dedicated to St Celia Barbieri
Oh St. Celia Barbieri, patroness of musicians and composers, we humbly seek your intercession before the Divine. As you once embraced the gift of music, we pray that you guide our melodies and harmonies, filling our hearts with the beauty of sound. Inspire us to create tunes that uplift and resonate with the spirit. May your benevolent presence surround those who dedicate their lives to the art of music, granting them strength and creativity. St. Celia, help us find the rhythm of joy in our endeavors, and may our compositions echo the divine harmony that exists in the celestial realms. Amen.
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Against such things, there is no law.”
St Celia Barbieri was born to Giacinta Nannetti and Giuseppe Barbieri, on February 13th, 1847 in a village called “Budrie” of S. Giovanni in Persiceto in the outskirts of Bologna, Italy and in the Archdiocese of Bologna.
Her parents were of different origins: St Celia Barbieri came from perhaps the poorest family of “Budrie” while Giacinta from the most important family in town: he worked as servant for Giacinta’s uncle, the district’s medical doctor, while she was the daughter of the well-to-do Pietro Nannetti.
After her much-contested wedding, the wealthy Giacinta accepted the poverty of a laborer’s life and moved from a comfortable home to the humble cottage of her father-in-law, Sante Barbieri; nevertheless forming a family built on the rock of faith and a totally Christian life.
In line with her mother’s expressed wish, she was baptized Clelia, Rachele, Maria on the very day of her birth.
The mother taught Clelia to love God early in her life placing in her heart the desire for sanctity. One day Clelia asked her, “Mother, how can I become a saint?
In 1855, during a cholera epidemic the then eight-year-old Clelia lost her father and through the generosity of her uncle. The doctor, she, her mother and younger sister Ernestina moved into a more comfortable house near the parish church.
For Clelia the days became more saintly and dedicated. Anyone who wanted to see her could always find her either at home weaving and sewing or in church praying.