"...And What is Lacking of the Sufferings of Christ, I Fill up in my Flesh for his Body, Which is the Church..." (Col.1:24)

Friday, September 29, 2017

Padre Pio Carries On

     Thank you for landing on my newest blog. Please visit my website, www.first.padrepiosworld.net to learn why St. Pio of Pietrelcina was considered the greatest saint of the century, and many say of all Christendom. Also click on my previous Blog-ette Jeanettehttp://www.first.padrepiosworld.net/page22.php for more of the wondrous and startling things that filled Padre Pio's world.    
     Padre Pio lived with the bleeding crucifixion wounds of Jesus Christ for fifty years. He was the conduit of untold numbers of miracles; he had a host of charismatic gifts and built a massive and beautiful hospital on the top of a barren mountain, which flourishes today on the site of Padre Pio's shrine, the second most visited Catholic shrine in the world, after Guadalupe. There, Padre Pio's encased body is visible to all. Despite his great activities while on earth, Padre Pio said at various times, my real mission will begin after I'm gone...He died in 1968 and was canonized in 2002. Deeply troubled over the ways of the world, especially abortion, he once exclaimed, "The world is catching fire!"
     Obviously, we are living in a world on fire. The much-needed mission of the saint of the many miracles and charismas, is underway and will continue until. . .God's Will be done.
     Hereafter, I'll be posting on this blog only, www.padrepiosworld2.blogspot.com, which is a continuation of all that went before on the first website and Blog-ette.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Touching Padre Pio's Relics; Kissing His Wound. . .

     During the weekend of Sunday, September 17th, relics of Padre Pio were displayed at St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City.  Cardinal Dolan was present.  The journey for the relics was sponsored by The Saint Pio Foundation and will proceed to other cities such as Bridgeport, Connecticut, Milwaukee  and Los Angeles.  The relics included a cloak and one of Padre Pio's fingerless gloves, such as he always wore for over fifty years to cover the wounds of his hands.  The great cathedral was filled with thick lines of people streaming in from around the city block, patiently waiting to see and venerate the relics of one of the most popular saints in Christendom.  The New York Times, The Daily News, CBS and others covered the exhibition; New York Times details are here: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/09/17/nyregion/padre-pio-st-patricks-cathedral.html?emc=edit_ur_20170917&nl=new-york-today&nlid=56839620&te=1. 
     Poor Padre Pio's great popularity is always referred to as that of a rock star.  I suppose he would faintly laugh it away, or maybe not; I don't think he would appreciate the eardrum- shattering music.  He liked the great Italian opera star Beniamino Gigli singing Mamma, and that gives you an idea of where his musical heart was, as well as with the classical compositions .  Gigli, as famous a tenor as there was in those days, visited him often and would sing Mamma to him, which always brought emotion to Pio.  At any rate, when Padre Pio comes to New York town on his mission, he brings out the faithful hidden force that passionately supports and upholds his "real mission." He needs them, for they represent the prayers he needs for that mission.  He must have shocked a lot of people who never heard of him, including Catholics, when they saw the outpouring. And those who showed up were only the tip of the iceberg in this eastern corner. This hidden force, some of them visibly chemotherapy patients with bald heads, waited to touch the encased relics. Here is the reason why, quoting from a New York Times article:

     Jo’el Adifon, 25, a student at Columbia University’s Teachers College, said he was born at Casa Sollievo della Sofferenza, a hospital founded by the saint about two and a half hours east of Naples. The glove and the cloak were, to him, a channel to God.
     “When you live a certain way and you embody a certain amount of God, everything you touch, you leave that essence behind,” Mr. Adifon said. “The relic is almost like a portal, like a door.”
     I found this profound, yet simple enough for anyone to understand. We're not just a bunch of superstitious, naive people touching a piece of cloth. The relics of St. Pio of Pietrelcina have the essence of God within them, as Pio had God within him. Pio had 50 years of continuously bleeding crucifixion wounds that could not be explained by a parade of examining doctors, who even sealed the bandages with wax so that Padre Pio could not affect them, were it all a hoax.  They could NOT stop the bleeding, and the wounds did not heal or become infected, ever. Padre Pio had a chest wound, in his case an inverted cross (such as made by a spear, from which water and blood spilled out of Jesus).  Anything Padre Pio wore near his wounds, including shirts and the fingerless gloves, was drenched with blood.  We touch these relics, or in faith put our hands on the encasement protecting them, and now the essence has permeated us . . .
     I was not at St. Patrick's, but I have been to San Giovanni Rotondo many times, once with my family while Padre Pio was alive, and we had the astounding moment of kissing his gloved hand http://www.first.padrepiosworld.net/page7.php. It is a tradition in Italy to kiss a priest's hand in greeting him, and so, many who lived in San Giovanni Rotondo kissed Padre Pio's gloved hand hundreds of times, I only once; but that "once" crystallized the moment as the greatest of my life. I can still smell the aromatic scent of what seemed clean incense, and feel the softness of his fingertips, which were not covered by the fingerless glove.
     I also have numerous relics of Padre Pio. It is my belief that the essence has carried me through the last years of my life, especially the intensity of the very last year plus, in which I lost my only sibling, my beloved sister Joan, aka my Mother Hen, who always looked after me, and my health cascaded into one illness after another -- all of which kept me in a nursing home and rehab for 8 months, while bearing the loss of Joan.   
     But I had, and have now, the essence of that one-time wound-kiss, and of the relics that have come to me ever since. . .

Happy Birthday, Blessed Virgin Mary

September 8, 2017   
     September 8th is the Blessed Virgin Mary's birthday.  She was born in a house in Nazareth, where some fifteen years later the Annunciation took place and she was told by the Angel Gabriel "The Lord is with thee."(Luke 1:28) Many centuries later, in 1291 of the Holy Wars, to prevent the Muslims from destroying the home, Mary's Holy House was mysteriously "translated" -- moved overnight! -- first to Dalmatia, then to Italy, eventually remaining in Loreto, where anyone can see it and pray in it. I have been there at least three times that I can remember, as it is often on the pilgrimage path to Padre Pio, on the Adriatic side of Italy.
     Atheists and agnostics think true believers are credulous to consider this story as factual.  On the website below you will find the scientific evidence, such as how the bricks of the Loreto house match the foundation of the Holy House still in Nazareth, that simply cannot be denied.  The AAs (agnostics and atheists) stress in their arguments that there is some other way things could have happened.  The trouble is they can never produce these other ways (as in The Shroud).
     Please read about the incredible rescue in the link below, detailing how Mary's Holy House traveled to Loreto and what the witnesses saw. Especially read the paragraphs midway down, "Science Confirms: Angels Took the House of Our Lady of Nazareth to Loreto." Here is a small excerpt:    
     "However, the Annunciation took place in Nazareth, in the Holy Land, where the foundations of the Holy House remain to this day. When compared with the dimensions and characteristics of the Loreto House, they match perfectly: but the similarities and concordances do not end there.
     "How did the Holy House take off, so to speak, from its foundations and reappear about 2000 miles away where it remains intact to this day?"
     Bear in mind that an angel appeared to Mary at the Annunciation.  Angels appeared to the shepherds in the fields when Mary gave birth to Christ the Lord.  Angels were waiting for her when she arrived in Heaven at her Assumption.
     As I  read somewhere (it may have been the French philosopher, Montaigne): all that you can imagine is not all that there is...


                 Happy Birthday, Blessed Virgin Mary