The Saint Of These Days: Padre Pio

By Magnificat

This book is a deep devotion to Padre Pio. At the same time, it was a beautiful encounter with Italian roots, through a story in which I collected the information for these stories to life. Being so uncommon to find direct evidence of spiritual children as close to a saint Padre Pio of Pietrelcina, is also a tribute to God's love for his people, in such a precious treasure of experiences that can not fail to convey hope. So, Padre Pio is "the Holy One of these days", because its truth remains timeless, as Christ himself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Magnificat
• Release date: Mar 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370436620

Magnificat

Magnificat Ediciones edita libros sobre espiritualidad cristiana. Estamos interesados en los nuevos formatos, las nuevas vías de comunicación tecnológica y a llegada a múltiples lectores. Parte de este trabajo dará frutos solidarios y estamos seguros de que será de gran ayuda para los buceadores del Espíritu.

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THE SAINT OF THESE DAYS:

PADRE PIO

Maginifcat

Translator: K. Murciano

The sun in the fig

-¡Piuccio! ¿Quanti figs hai mangiato oggi?

(How many figs did you ate today?)

A ray of sun shone in his eyes, and her small hands caught that thread tangled with milky white figs.

Stirred the leaves of the fig tree wiping up the air together to talk, and that rumor green in the shadow merged with the summer wind drummed cracked shutters of the old church.

The man with the graying beards his voice of thunder calling from the window.

Then the boy who ran San Giovanni Rotondo in the courtyards of the convent, answered looking up at the window, squinting in the light, and blush:

- One, Fra!

- It's true! One at a time! - The monk shouted and smiled, knowing that the son of the laundress was the bird of purest heart I knew in town.

Child bird, with its seven small Pio, who was named after the saint who had been born and had named after a priest deny neighbor did not want to send holy oils to officiate the ceremony, for bureaucratic reasons zonal and never miss living with the laws of God, from all time.

- Then it grows like an animal - it was the mischief that verbalized Brother Pio, and which immediately got to send him the holy oil for the small ones.

Accomplished the task in much nap had touched his heart with his father's eyes, his gaze angel rugged look that no one imagined they would see that far.

So many times he had wrapped while his mamma Filomena cassocks rinsing, cleaning rooms and preparing food from the monastery.

Many others had risen to see him laugh with the dizziness of his arms up, suspending it at the height of the lamp and then making it to land in free fall, a game that ended with the piece of raffaioli, a typical sweet in return for that was done right the sign of the cross.

Then he would give his bowl of milk, bread and your plate of noodles, as he sat on his lap and let her rosary touch .

And with their huge pool, driveway and with that special glove that guarded the ineffable mystery, blessed him intensely and wiped his sweaty head even climbing the pear tree, and this he did with the back and the song because his hands hurt, hurt and bleeding, to the miracle of a few and controversial for many.

The Church had observation and a fair enough contact time with the congregation and sentencing him to maximum cross, not to officiate at the Mass, the Mass loved by him, which came to enter-in his words, in the majesty of the divine.

At the time of the rosary, pear freshness donated to the accounts of the Franciscan love shelled by families and the sick people.

Evenings in Pietrelcina dyed an orange sun. Every day, tirelessly, Padre Pio rested his back against the trunk of the pear, and was gentle and confidently to recite his favorite prayer. Three times he prayed to intercede with the very words of Jesus: Truly I tell you, and will ask, seek and find, knock and it shall be opened "My Jesus, I repeat, I knock,