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PADRE PIO'S WORLD
"...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)
PADRE PIO AND CHILDREN...Upcoming Book
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
PRAYERS . . .
OTHER VOICES...
ALL GOD'S CREATURES
ANIMALS HAVE SOULS
■ Encounters With Padre Pio...How We Met Him

Published in Catholic Digest, March 1984


 
 







A note...
    
    
Bill had been watching the whole scene. When it was over, he came to us excitedly and said to my mother, "Minnie, Minnie--he knew you!  Padre Pio knew you!"  Then to  Joan and me, "I was surprised with the reaction he had toward your mother--he looked at her as if he knew her." 
     Much later, when I came to understand Padre Pio's charisms more deeply, I realized that it was not outside of the realm of possibility that Padre Pio had heard my mother's years of prayers for different needs and people. He had sent his perfume at some key times in her life and she had received a health-healing. He surely knew, then, that she had left his photograph up against the living-room lamp to guard our home!
     Uncountable incidents exist when Padre Pio's photograph, even without the relic attached, was brought to the bedside of an ailing person, or kept by or under a pillow, as described in my forthcoming book Padre Pio and Children.  Such simple, unquestioning faith in the possibility of bringing Padre Pio's healing power closer through the nearness of a photograph produced small and big miracles.
     And so it was with my mother's trust that he would keep watch.  He did--also on September 27th, 1966, that moment when he sent Padre Pellegrino to fetch her as she waited in the corridor.  We--my sister, aunt and I--were lucky enough to have accompanied her on the journey.  That's the way I see it, anyway. . . .