"...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)
HE SHALL STAY! ...Upcoming Book!
■ The Evening Rosary at Our Lady of Grace
■ Encounters With Padre Pio...How We Met Him
■ Taking Padre Pio Home
■ The Gold Room...Padre Pio's Cell
■ The Wounds of Belief
■ A Novelist Discovering the Gargano and Thereabouts
■ The Saints: What Were They Onto?
■ All That You Can Imagine Is Not All That There Is...
■ The DaVinci Code -- Again!
■ The Impulse of Grace
■ The Voice of Padre Pio
■ Music Hath Charms...or is supposed to.
■ Padre Pio's Prophetic Words
■ September Memorial of Padre Pio -- Do You Have One?
■ Padre Pio at the Table
■ To Padre Pio's Credit
■ The Powerful Sway
■ How Magneli Got Her PRAYER GROUP
■ Orbis Catholicus
■ "Grace is everywhere."
FR.JOSEPH PIUS MARTIN PAGES..."A Friar With A Generous Heart"
■ Eulogy to Father Joseph
■ A Prayer Group Need
■ Becoming a Spiritual Child of Padre Pio
■ Padre Pio at the Table

This is from an old book of magnificent essays, Prayer for All Times
by Pierre Charles, S.J., first published in 1929 and apparently out-of-print
(some used copies are available at Amazon).  It is about our being a prayer,
in between our praying. "Fr. Charles wishes our life to be a 'prayer-life,' "
writes Father C.D. Martindale, S.J., in the Foreward. An "embodied prayer."

Certainly not easy, but one can always try. One essay in particular, 
"Gather Up Even the Crumbs," 
reminded me of Padre Pio.  Nurtured
in poverty, seeing his parents toil and till the land for their livelihood,
how sensitively aware he must have been of the 'holiness' of each meal
put before him, and the love that went into his mother's preparations. 
I can't remember in which books I read that Padre Pio used to pick up
the crumbs before him on the table in the refectory, not to let the
tiniest morsel of  God's gift go to waste.  Here are some excerpts--
gems--from the essay. I am cutting much out, and still the excerpt is
a little long. 

"Little things have always been sacred in the eyes of faith...the care of little
things is the homage of fidelity...We are never far from Him, O God, my
Redeemer, who loves me such as I am! Nothing in me is negligible in Your
eyes, and that is why all is important, why all should be sanctified, why all
is a response and a homage. We shall work together then to make me such
as you would have me to be."

Father Charles goes on to say that when we are not exactly the way He
would have us... "He is pained, as one is pained by a defect in a person
loved.  My bearing and my gestures preoccupy Him: and when they are
exaggerated, or too frequent, unruly or merely flippant, He is saddened,
for He wants me to keep them simple and restrained. He observes the
expression of my countenance, and the tone of my voice; when I raise it,
when it grows loud in a wave of anger, when it grates with irritability or
temper...He suffers as one suffers from a want of good manners, an
uncouthness more or less accepted, in those one loves and of whom one
wishes to be proud. He cares about everything since nothing is unconnected
with His Will; the paper I take to write upon, the words which my mind
dictates to my pen, even the stains on my clothes, and the details of my
dress, the swiftness of my glance, and the curl of my lip...everything is
noted by Him, to be approved or deplored by His love. And this is what
I must understand if I would grasp what is really meant by the care of little things...
an answer and an homage which I can and should offer to Him."

Fr. Charles continues, 

"Nothing seems trivial to a great love, and if I believe in the love of my
God, if I am convinced that this love is all embracing, that He takes me
as I am and intends to change me wholly; if I succeed in persuading
myself that nothing is trivial, but that all is but proof of tender fidelity,
then I shall be able to avoid...that false liberty of spirit which disdains
to gather up the fragments of the divine gift which is our life, the crumbs
of heavenly food which is the grace of Christ."
Can we not see what Padre Pio was after in all those wonderful
recountings of him in the Confessional, in the things he said to his
spiritual children in corridors and letters...These "crumbs of heavenly food"
resonate with Pio's love of purity of heart, of fidelity, the "good manners"
with our God, which he worked at perfecting in his spiritual children.
We have only to read his letters to his spiritual daughters.

I see Pio gathering the crumbs from the table, not only because he
valued and loved the goodness of the labor that brought them to the
table, but for the whole world of God's gifts in that one little grain.