I happened to speak with a spiritual son of Padre Pio who had also been at the Mass. He said that he had not. I went to the hospital to give Holy Communion to one of the patients there. Please go and see him. He took the leaflet from me and just placed it on his bedside with little interest in it. Some days later I went to the hospital again to make my rounds. He has been asking when you were coming in.
Is it possible that I could make my confession to an understanding priest? I do not want to be interrogated. The priest came right away. His wife said to us that she had never seen her husband looking so relaxed and happy since he came to the hospital. May he rest in peace. It was a great grace to receive such an invitation. In , as an immigrant, I arrived in Canada where I began my studies required for ordination and on August 25, , by the grace of God and through the intercession of our Blessed Mother and Padre Pio, I was ordained a priest.
I am very, very happy to be a priest and to belong to the Church which has so many, many saints in every age but especially in our own time. Padre Pio, thank you! Once, when my daughter and I were having dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, the Country Squire Diner in Broomall, Pennsylvania I got into a conversation with our waitress. She told me how tough her life was. She was a single parent and was in need of a place for her and her young son to live.
She was down to the wire where she was living and needed help fast.
She worked long hours at the diner trying to save her money for a decent place to live. I asked her if she had ever heard of Padre Pio and she said that she had not. I wrote his name down and told her to read about him online and then to pray to him for help. About five months later I returned to the restaurant. The waitress told me that after reading about Padre Pio she prayed to him as I had suggested.
After she had saved enough money, she began to look for a small house to rent. Her mother allowed her and her son to move in with her until she found a place. I cannot afford it. I have prayed so hard to Padre Pio to help me. Then she explained how I came to the restaurant and talked to her about Padre Pio. She was just fifteen years old when she met Padre Pio for the first time. They were also acquainted with his parents, Grazio and Giuseppa Forgione.
Sister Pia never forgot the time Grazio and Giuseppa paid a visit to their home. In order to assist him in meeting his financial obligations, the superior of the monastery made a special arrangement. In exchange for the monthly fee of fifteen lire, which the family could not afford to pay,. Sister Pia and her mother agreed to take care of the washing and ironing of the laundry of Giovanni Crisostomo and two other Capuchin students.
Every Saturday the clean laundry was delivered to the monastery and the laundry that needed to be washed was picked up. On one occasion when Sister Pia knocked on the monastery door, she was greeted by Padre Pio rather than the regular doorkeeper. She was both surprised and elated to see Padre Pio standing right in front of her. After she handed him the laundry, he asked her to wait a moment. He came back with a large bar of chocolate. Although the stigmata caused great pain and suffering to Padre Pio, he never complained, and that made Brother Giovanni Crisostomo admire him all the more.
Later, Brother Giovanni Crisostomo was sent as a missionary to East Africa where he contracted malaria and passed away at the young age of thirty-two years. Padre Pio was very grieved when he learned about his death. Later, she was sent to the monastery of St. Anthony in Gubbio, Italy, a town that was made famous by St. Francis of Assisi. From time to time she was able to return to San Giovanni Rotondo for a family visit. She spent most of the days in the church at Our Lady of Grace because she wanted to be close to Padre Pio.
Throughout her life, he remained her inspiration. He was able to make his confession to him. While making his confession, he told Padre Pio that he wanted to join the Navy but did not think he would be accepted because he had a heart defect. Michael the Archangel. On the day that he went in for his medical examination, there were many other young men there who were also having their medical exams. Evidently he looked so healthy that he was waved on ahead of the others and was accepted without a physical exam.
My brother had a wonderful career in the Navy working in the field of shortwave communication. He traveled to many different parts of the world and was never sick nor troubled by any problems with his heart. My brother turned 82 years old this year, He told me that as long as he lives, he will never be able to forget the way Padre Pio looked at him with those beautiful, piercing eyes. Soon after I was released from the hospital, I was in terrible pain like I had never suffered before.
I had a dream that I was walking with Padre Pio. I asked him if he could help me get rid of some of the terrible pain I was experiencing. All of my pain disappeared and has not returned to this day. I feel great! I had a very bad drug problem and had no desire to stop using.
My Aunt went to a Padre Pio Celebration and prayed to him for me. I woke up one morning and had no desire to use drugs again, that was 11 years ago. I pray to St Pio and thank him every day for my miracle. I know I am a spiritual child. I was raised in the Pentecostal church as my father and my relatives on his side were all Pentecostals.
My mother was a Catholic. However, she never taught me anything about her faith and then she passed away due to kidney disease. When I was 36 years old my health started declining. A friend gave me a book about Padre Pio and one day when I was at the hospital, while waiting to see the doctor, I started reading the book. That day, the doctor told me that I had kidney failure. In , I started on kidney dialysis. I had other serious health problems as well. I had an enlarged heart and on one occasion I went into cardiac arrest.
I collapsed and was in a place of total darkness. I felt myself pushing frantically against a black wall. I could hear my two daughters in the next room. All I could think of was to ask God not to let me die. I am a single parent and I wanted to live to see my girls grow up. I survived the experience but it was very frightening. My doctor told me I was very lucky to be alive. My neighbor invited me and my daughters to go to church with her and I began studying the Catholic faith with the parish priest, Father Francis.
However, I was getting sicker and sicker each day. I had been on the kidney transplant list for one year. In , I started a novena to Padre Pio, for healing. I would pray the novena while on dialysis. I became friends with a lady named Patsy who was on the dialysis machine next to mine. We talked together about Padre Pio and she too was praying to him. Three days earlier I had told Patsy that I was so tired and in so much pain that I was ready to die. I had the kidney transplant and am doing so much better. Father Francis told me that there was someone in Heaven who was praying for me.
I immediately knew that it was Padre Pio and my mother. My daughters and I were baptized into the Catholic church in December. We chose Pia as our confirmation names. I made the trip to San Giovanni Rotondo, very curious to see for myself this extraordinary friar who I had seen so many times in newspapers and magazines. When Padre Pio entered the sacristy, I was only just able to see him. He was accompanied by two friars to protect him from the crowd. When he came down for Vespers, I was able to observe him well and from close up. I received such an impression that, still to this day, after having got to know him well from many visits, am unable to describe.
He was a figure, dare I say, indefinable. He was fatherly, austere, sullen, happy, sarcastic, ironic. After my confession to him, I asked for his blessing for myself and all of my family. Young man, always be good. I had developed heart trouble and along with palpitations, I could often sleep only in a sitting position…. During his Mass on the first morning of my visit to San Giovanni Rotondo, I bombarded Padre Pio continuously in thought, asking him to obtain the favor of a healing for me.
Toward midday I saw him in the monastery. My prayer for you is that you go to Heaven. Let that be enough for you. And naturally, do pray for me with the same intention. Since then, there has been no more heart trouble. My husband, Ricardo and I made a pilgrimage to San Giovanni Rotondo in to visit the church and friary where Padre Pio spent so many years of his life. It was a beautiful experience. We stayed at a hotel close by and one of the employees there was named Louie.
He helped us in many ways, especially by giving us information on how to make a pilgrimage to the shrine of St. Michael the Archangel which is near San Giovanni Rotondo. Padre Pio, in his younger years, had also visited the shrine of St. Michael the Archangel and he often encouraged people to go there.
Louie told us that his father had lived in the same area where Padre Pio lived and he had met Padre Pio. The next morning he discovered that they had been stolen. I had prayed and asked Padre Pio to help so that my dad would go to confession. He had not gone since he was first married and that was 48 years ago. When I used to ask him to go to confession, he would get very angry. He went to confession on Good Friday of this year. To me this is a miracle. There is no doubt in my mind. Padre Pio continues his work from above and I thank him. I thank and praise God for having granted my request through the intercession of Padre Pio.
After three years in a wheelchair, walker, cane, etc. I did not pray for a cure. I prayed that I might be healed enough so that I could attend daily Mass. I had a dream in which I met Padre Pio on the road and I asked him to save my father. After the dream, my father suddenly recovered from a dangerous operation. I had to wait four days but I was finally able to make my confession to Padre Pio. I had never been down to San Giovanni Rotondo before.
I did not know anyone there. Well, it all came back to me. I wished the ground had opened up and swallowed me. I was so embarrassed. I am so ashamed. And the place was Blackburn. I looked in my pocket and there were my Rosary beads. I handed them to him and he blessed them and gave them back to me.
My mother had a friend who was going to have a relic of Padre Pio brought to her home by a priest. She invited my mother to come to her house on the day that the priest was scheduled to visit. The gathering was to be at in the afternoon. My mother invited me to go with her but I was not interested.
I had never heard of Padre Pio so I declined the invitation. About five minutes before the set time of the gathering, I suddenly changed my mind and decided to go with my mother. One had cancer and several of the others were sick. The people held the glove and prayed in silence for their needs. At that time, I was not a practicing Catholic. I did not know what to pray for when the glove was passed to me.
I felt that my life was going along fine and that I had nothing to ask for so I prayed for my children. While holding the glove, I began to cry. I thought that was indeed strange since I did not know anything about Padre Pio. The next morning when I woke up, I had a strong urge to go to confession.
I had not been to confession in twenty years. The priest told me that I was in a state of grace. I do pray to St. Pio and I trust in him as an intercessor with our Lord. In , I went on a pilgrimage to San Giovanni Rotondo. After that, I had a great desire to learn more about Padre Pio. The statue arrived with one hand missing. I was so disappointed that I started crying. However, I found the little hand wrapped up and in the box.
I did not have any strength in my body at the time and I was in alot of pain. I have been pain free ever since. I thank God and I thank Padre Pio. I have taken the little hand to the hospital on a number of occasions and have prayed with the patients there.
The blessed little hand has helped alot of people, including stroke victims and many others. My job requires a lot of traveling abroad. I was on a work assignment in Jakarta, Indonesia when my husband emailed me to say that he wanted a separation. The pain that his words caused me cannot be described.
I went to the Catholic Cathedral in Jakarta and spoke to a priest about my marriage situation. The priest told me that I should remain with my husband. Several days later I went back to the Cathedral for Sunday Mass and spoke to another priest. He gave me the same message as the first priest. I prayed for guidance in reading the Holy Scriptures and when I opened my Bible, there were the words of Jesus on divorce.
I was calling my husband on the phone and sending him text messages but he would not answer them or communicate with me. I prayed to Padre Pio for the healing of my marriage. One night I had a dream. I dreamed that I had come back from my work abroad and there was an old man in my house.
The hood of his black coat was pulled up on his head. In my dream, my husband was there in the house too. He was smiling at me and he embraced me with love. All was well. After that dream, I felt stronger emotionally. I felt I was not alone in facing my problems. I continued to pray to Padre Pio for his intercession. When I finished my job assignment and returned to my home in the Philippines, I was nervous.
I did not know what to expect. It turned out to be one of the most beautiful homecomings I ever had. The love that my husband expressed to me was something that I had not felt from him for a long time. I believe that it was Padre Pio in my dream, telling me that he was praying for me. Until recently I was only vaguely aware of Padre Pio. However, I entered the most traumatic period of my life and had very difficult decisions to make and to abide by. Previously, I had similar decisions to make, but always failed miserably and lapsed back into very heartbreaking situations.
This time though, I found two magazines of Padre Pio. On September 23,, about in the afternoon, I was wounded in Vietnam. I was an Army Field Artillery officer attached to an armored cavalry battalion. As a forward observer, I was responsible for artillery support. We came under enemy fire and I was wounded in the chest by small arms fire. The impact of the bullet knocked me down and the fire fight continued, while my Radio Telephone Operator bandaged my chest and gave me a shot of morphine.
He laid me in the bottom of a tracked vehicle as the fighting elevated. It took about minutes to get a helicopter evacuation in to take me and the other wounded to the city of Chu Lai where there was a hospital. During this entire time I was conscious although I almost lost consciousness several times. While laying there waiting to be evacuated, my whole brief life of 23 years passed in front of me. I prayed to God to let me live. I was newly married and prayed that He would let me return to my wife.
God gave me another chance that day. I have a special devotion to Padre Pio and daily incorporate his Efficacious Novena to the Sacred Heart of Jesus and his meditation after Holy Communion into my daily prayer life. When I was at school, I used to get dreadful headaches. My friend Brenda accompanied me on the trip and we were both able to speak to Padre Pio and to kiss his hand.
After he greeted both of us, he started to walk away and had only taken several steps when he stopped and turned toward us once again. I had not said a word to Padre Pio about my headaches but after he touched me, that was the end of the headaches. She first came to San Giovanni Rotondo in Padre Pio asked her to stay and help with the many duties of his growing ministry. She helped establish the prayer groups and assisted at his hospital. She immediately went to Padre Pio. Your mother is in Heaven. Let us concentrate on trying to get there ourselves.
We must do our best to deserve it. My family and extended family are from Italy and some of them knew Padre Pio. My grandfather, Cosmo Orlando, who was a farmer, remembered Padre Pio from the early days. He said that Padre Pio was always the one boy who acted as mediator when disputes rose among friends. My father was twelve years old when he moved to America. His mother took him to the monastery to say goodbye to Padre Pio.
In , while on deck in a baseball contest, I was struck in the head with the bat from the player who had just struck out at the plate.
I was eight years old at the time. I suffered a double skull fracture and underwent an eight-hour operation. My life was in the hands of two wonderful neurosurgeons, Dr. Greenberg and Dr. Although, I survived the operation, Dr. Greenberg informed my mother that the prognosis was very dim. I probably would suffer permanent brain damage and thus a normal life was not likely. My grandfather, who had an undying belief in Padre Pio, possessed one of his gloves. It was placed on my forehead in the hospital.
When I was released from the hospital, I continued my recuperation and a month later I was able to return to school. After that, I never looked back, even though a plate was inserted in my head the following year. I remained under Dr. He always told my mother and myself that he could not explain my recovery, especially since a part of my brain had to be removed from the left lobe. Greenberg used to say that someone else or something else assisted me. He concluded that my recovery was a medical miracle. My father retains the glove of Padre Pio to this day.
I have been praying to Padre Pio for a few years now. Since praying to him I have stopped taking tranquilizers and am free of panic attacks. But most importantly, I now have a strong faith and I believe my faith will see me through anything. Everything in my life has changed for the better with the help of Padre Pio, our Lord and our Lady. Some time ago, I had a very vivid dream whereby I saw a man with a dark robe on and a beard.
But I said that I did have some things that I wanted to do for God once my children were raised. I prayed to Padre Pio and asked him to save my marriage for I am currently in the process of a divorce. On June 13, we went to court regarding the divorce. I prayed to Padre Pio with great devotion for his intercession. Four days later, my husband told me that he no longer hated me and that he wanted to talk to me about our situation.
I prayed to Padre Pio to guide my husband and send him a sign regarding what he should do with his life. My husband told me that he had a dream in which he and I and our son were all together. Glory be to God! I know that Padre Pio has heard me and prayed for me to the Lord. I have a great devotion to Padre Pio. It began in when I visited Italy. In the past six years, my family has had many problems. My grand daughter was diagnosed with a rare blood cancer. My daughter was also diagnosed with cancer. My stepdaughter had a hole in her heart and was in very serious condition.
Also, my son suffered a heart attack. I thank God and Padre Pio that they are all doing well now. In January , I was diagnosed with lung cancer. I am seventy-eight years old and have other serious health problems. I have a pacemaker and defibulator and also a bad heart. I needed surgery but my doctor was not optimistic about my chances of surviving an operation.
I gave my doctor a medal of Padre Pio and told him that I had complete confidence that Padre Pio would see me through. I developed an infection after the surgery and spent three months in the hospital. I asked her about the dream. She looked at the Padre Pio statue that I had in my room and pointed at it. I am recovering slowly from the surgery. I continue my devotion to Padre Pio and the Blessed Mother and urge everyone to pray the Rosary daily. In the early fall of , I sprained my foot.
The pain increased throughout the day and by the evening, the pain was so great that I could not walk at all.
That night I had to be carried to my bed. I was worried and I was wondering how I would manage since I could not walk. I finally fell asleep. That night I dreamed that I was in a large church and I was laying on the floor because I was unable to walk. Padre Pio was led into the church by two men. He knelt down near me to pray.
Pio rescued me. Enjoy a full breakfast, cookie decorating and a coloring contest. John of the Cross. In January , I was diagnosed with lung cancer. With the best medical care and attention, there was no hope at all. This useful pamphlet features four weeks of daily meditations drawn from Saint Faustina's writings, each of which is accompanied by a relevant scripture quotation. My doctor told me I was very lucky to be alive.
There was a relic of St. Anthony in the church and that was why he had come.
Before he left, he put his hand out and touched my foot where the sprain had occurred. Then he touched my hand. After that, many other people began to reach out to him. I woke up immediately from the dream and noticed that my foot was no longer throbbing. In fact, I was able to get up and walk to the other end of the house by myself. The injury healed quite quickly and there was no permanent damage. He suffered from bleeding peptic ulcer disease, chronic liver disease, sepsis, osteomyletis, cellulitis and intravascular disease.
He also had internal bleeding that the doctors could not alleviate. He was given more than 70 blood transfusions. The doctor told us that it was just a matter of time. Mateo was going to die. We begged God to give us the strength to accept His will for our brother. The next day, one of the Chinese doctors gave my brother a herbal medicine.
Mateo and I kissed the relic and returned it to my friend. The following day, when we came to see Mateo in the ICU, we learned that the bleeding had stopped altogether. My brother was discharged from the hospital on the 15th of September. He is now recuperating at home. Thanks be to God and to the intercession of St.
I saw Padre Pio in person when I was growing up. It was in and I was 10 years old at the time. My mother and I attended his Mass. I was very impressed by him. His tiny church could barely hold a handful of peasants. The Mass was very, very early in the morning and outside it was freezing. The church however was very warm inside. It was a great experience. My mother made her confession to Padre Pio. When I was still a baby, my parents decided to move the family to the United States to escape the dangers of the country and so that my brothers and sisters and I might have a better life.
It was a great sacrifice for them to leave their country and all that was dear to them but they knew it was for the best. On occasion, I brought my mother with me and she liked it very much. My mother became very distraught over the tragedies that were occurring there. Chaldean Catholic bishops, priests, and deacons were being threatened daily. Extremist terrorist groups warned them that they would be killed if they continued to have Mass in their churches. My mother watched the news on television one day and saw several of the Catholic churches in Baghdad that were destroyed by roadside bombings.
She was filled with anxiety and wept over the tragic events. She had a great love for the parish she had attended when she lived in Iraq and feared that it would also be leveled just like the others. One evening when my mother was very sad, I took her to the Padre Pio prayer group with me. That night she had a vivid dream. In her dream, she was praying and pleading that God would protect her parish in Baghdad. Padre Pio suddenly appeared in her dream. He raised his hands and she could see the marks of the stigmata. There will be victory. Although one window was shattered and an outer wall was damaged by an act of violence, the church was repaired and Mass is said there regularly.
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