So rarely does God send a Saint such as Saint Padre Pio.
Post your stories and thanksgiving for intercession answered, for devotion and thanks to God for such a Saint as St Padre Pio.
Here is my story:
I have loved St Padre Pio before I knew who he was. That sounds quite odd I know.
I was not much of a Catholic. I was ambling along in my faith, neither cold, neither hot, but ambling ‘the luke warm’ uneducated in my faith and not nurtured within it. I was standing before the Blessed Sacrament though I didn’t even know that was what I was standing before at the time nor Whom I was standing before and was chatting to a friend in Church (I was one of those annnoying people you all frown upon who talk in Church). Nearby two women were talking about St Padre Pio, I was vaguely listening. One of the women, Ellie, is in charge of the repository. She said, ‘We have to withdraw everything to do with Padre Pio’ I said to God ‘Who is Padre Pio?’ As they chatted, he sounded interesting to me and I always liked someone who stirred things up, you know, got things going. As a young person what put me off about the Church is the lack of guts and when I say that I saw no real daring, no real gumption, that is until I met a very holy Priest at my father’s death bed. Anyhow I noted this St Padre Pio, he seemed like a man of gumption, fight and spirit to me.
I quickly realised the Vatican had banned this man, yet he seemed to be holy to me.
I then lapsed as a Catholic and didn’t attend Church for 13 years, during this time my friend St Padre Pio had been Beatified.
I always thought of this Padre Pio, I don’t know why I didn’t forget this man. The minute I heard his name he stuck with me.
Anyway, my father was dying and my family was pretty much against him, he was a great sinner and no-one was for him, I was a lapsed Catholic and there I was calling a Priest for the Last Rites for my father whom I had been estranged from for many years and whom I had only recently come to know again. I felt absolutely compelled to secure the Last Rites for my father. I made numerous telephone calls before I got the Priest. We were waiting by my father’s bedside in intensive care. A nurse told me the Priest had arrived and as I walked into the little room and saw the back of the head of this Priest I knew I was home. He was looking out at the fields through the window, he turned and shook my hand and said ‘Thank you for sending for me’. My father died receiving the Last Rites.
From that day on, I came home to the Church and the Priest I never forgot, never forgot me, St Padre Pio remembered me and sent me a Priest to bring me home. That Priest is the most holy and kind Priest I ever met, he has been like Jesus to me and I pray for him everyday and thank God for him.
Jump along seven years. I said a prayer to Saint Padre Pio to help me and to come to me. The next day a friend called me who had no idea of my prayer. She said, you must come to my home, my uncle who has friends in the USA has with him the thumb part of the glove of St Padre Pio, it is at my house just for today. Come and pray with me. So I went. I slipped onto my hand the thumb part of the glove of St Padre Pio and prayed. I thanked God for this great thing He had done for me in St Padre Pio and I will never forget my friend and spiritual Father, St Padre Pio.
Since then a relic of St Padre Pio has come my way and rests in my home with great love.
St Padre Pio, thank you, Glory to God and thank you Jesus.
In the Living Prayer of my life