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 Feast Day - September 23rd

 


 

FIRST DAY

SECOND DAY

THIRD DAY

FOURTH DAY

FIFTH DAY

SIXTH DAY

SEVENTH DAY

EIGHTH DAY

NINTH DAY

 


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FIRST DAY

Beloved Saint Padre Pio of Pietrelcina, who bore on your body the signs of the Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ, you took the Cross to the ends of the world while enduring the physical and moral sufferings that scourged your body in a continuous martyrdom. We beg you to pray to God for us, that each of us may accept the crosses of our lives, great and small, so that everyone may turn their own suffering into a safe bond that binds us to eternal life.

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.

 


 

SECOND DAY

Saint Pio of Pietrelcina, who are now with Our Lord Jesus, you who knew how to resist the temptations, blows and oppression of the evil one who sought to induce thee to abandon the path of holiness, we implore you to pray to God for us so that, with your help and the help of all the angels and saints, we may find the strength to turn away from sin and to persevere in the faith till the day of our death.

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.


Padre Pio Image 2

 

THIRD DAY

Most virtuous Saint Pio of Pietrelcina, you who really love Our Lady, from whom you received daily graces and consolations: we implore you to pray to the Blessed Mother for us while placing in her hands our sins and faithless prayers so that, as happened at Cana in Galilee, her Son may heed His Mother and have our names written in the Book of Life.

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.

 


 

FOURTH DAY

Most chaste Saint Pio of Pietrelcina, who so loved and taught us to love the Holy Guardian Angel that served you as companion, guide, defender and messenger, to you the angels bring the prayers of your spiritual children. Intercede with God for us so that we too may learn to speak with our Guardian Angel, so we may obey him at all times, as he is the living light of God, the one who delivers us from the misfortune of falling into sin. Our Angel is always ready to teach us the right path and dissuade us from doing evil.

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.


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FIFTH DAY

Most prudent Saint Pio of Pietrelcina, who so loved and taught us to love the souls in Purgatory; you who offered yourself as a victim to atone for their sins; pray to God Our Lord to place in our hearts feelings of compassion and love for these holy souls. We too will help the souls in Purgatory and will reduce their time of banishment and great distress. With sacrifices and prayers, we will obtain the eternal rest of their souls and the holy indulgences required to obtain their release from that place of suffering.

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.

 


 

SIXTH DAY

Most obedient Saint Pio of Pietrelcina, you who loved the sick even more than yourself by seeing Jesus in them; you, who in God’s Name have wrought miracles of healing and the full restoration of health in body and soul, pray to God for all the sick, through the intercession of Mary Most Holy, so they can experience your strong help, and through their bodily healing they may find spiritual benefits and be always thankful to God.

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.


Padre Pio Image 4 

SEVENTH DAY

Most blessed Saint Pio of Pietrelcina, you who have accomplished God’s plan of salvation and have offered your sufferings to free sinners worldwide from the claws of Satan, pray to God for unbelievers so they may acquire a great and true faith and be converted, repenting from the depth of their hearts; for people with little faith to improve their Christian life; and for the righteous to continue on the path of salvation.

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.

 


 

EIGHTH DAY

Most pure Saint Pio of Pietrelcina, you who so loved your spiritual children as to buy many of them at the cost of your blood: grant also those of us who did not know you personally to be considered your spiritual children so that, under your fatherly protection and with your holy guidance and strength, at the moment of our death we and all the children of God may find you waiting for us at the gates of Paradise.

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.


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NINTH DAY

Humble Padre Pio of Pietrelcina, you who are truly loved by Holy Mother Church, pray to God, the Lord of prosperous harvests, to send out workers into His harvest so that we may have holy priests with strength and divine inspiration. We also beseech you to intercede with the Blessed Virgin Mary so that she will lead all men to convert to the one true religion of the One True God, the Holy Roman Catholic and Apostolic Church.

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.

 


 

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Prayer purifies us, reading instructs us … If a man wants...

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Prayer purifies us,
reading instructs us …
If a man wants to be always in God’s company,
he must pray regularly and read regularly.
When we pray, we talk to God; when we read, God talks to us.

St. Isidore of Seville


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Bl. Amadeus of Portugal

His sister, St. Beatriz da Silva, was the foundress of the O...

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Bl. Amadeus of Portugal

João Mendes da Silva, better known as the Blessed Amadeus of Portugal, was born in 1420 in Campo Maior on the eastern side of the country. The youngest son of twelve children, he was closely related to the Counts of Vila Real and Viana do Alentejo, whose lands lay near the border of Portugal and Spain. St. Beatriz da Silva, the foundress of the Order of the Immaculate Conception, was one of his sisters, and a strong devotion to this prerogative of Our Lady – centuries before it was defined as a dogma – was a profound spiritual characteristic they both shared.

João was married very young, but soon after entered the Hieronymite monastery of Santa Maria de Guadalupe in Spain, where he spent about ten years. Inspired by a vision of the Immaculate Conception of Mary Most Holy to join the Franciscans, he sought admission to their friary in Ubeda in Lombardy where he entered as a lay brother in 1452 and took the name of Amadeus.

Initially not well received by his confreres, some of whom took him for a religious fraud, he was widely persecuted within the Order bearing all the humiliations inflicted upon him with great patience. He was ordained to the priesthood in 1459 at the insistence of his superiors. Amadeus subsequently became renowned throughout the houses of the Order for his holiness and miracles.

In 1469, he founded the Friary of Notre Dame de la Paix under the protection of the Archbishop of Milan. This friary soon became the center of a Franciscan reform which eventually spread throughout Italy and beyond. When the Minister General of the Franciscan Order, Francesco della Rovere, was elected to the throne of Peter as Pope Sixtus IV, he summoned Amadeus to Rome to be his confessor and counselor.

The reform of the Franciscan Order begun by St. Amadeus led to his founding of a distinct branch of the Friars Minor which was ultimately named after him. Amadeus later returned to Milan, where he died in 1482.

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I was in my first sleep when the sound of the doorbell...

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The Legend of the Locket

I was in my first sleep when the sound of the doorbell awakened me, whereupon I sprang from my bed, and, after a few hurried preparations, hastened to throw open the door. 

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It was a bitter cold night in January, and the moon without threw its pale light over the wan spectral snow-covered landscape. The sharp gust that swept into the hall as I opened the door made me pity the delicate-looking child who stood at the threshold.

Her hair gleamed with a strange and rare effect in the moonlight, long golden hair that fell in graceful ripples about her shoulders. She was lightly dressed, this little child, as she stood gazing straight and frankly into my eyes with an expression at once so beautiful and calm and earnest that I shall never forget it.

Her face was very pale, her complexion of the fairest. The radiancy about her hair seemed to glow in some weird yet indescribable fashion upon her every feature. These details I had not fairly taken in when she addressed me.

"Father, can you come with me at once? My mother is dying, and she is in trouble."

"Come inside, my little girl," I said, "and warm yourself. You must be half frozen."

"Indeed, Father, I am not in the least cold." I had thrown on my coat and hat as she made answer.

"Your mother's name, my child?"

"Catherine Morgan, Father; she's a widow, and has lived like a saint. And now that she's dying, she is in awful trouble. She was taken sick about a few hours ago."

"Where does she live?"

"Two miles from here, Father, on the border of the Great Swamp; she is a stranger in these parts, and alone. I know the way perfectly; you need not be afraid of getting lost."

A few minutes later we were tramping through the snow, or rather I was tramping, for the child beside me moved with so light and tender a step, that had there been flowers instead of snowflakes beneath our feet I do not think a single petal would have been crushed under the airy fall of her fairy feet.

Her hand was in mine with the confiding clasp of childhood. Her face, for all the trouble that was at home, wore a gravely serene air, such as is seldom seen in years of sprightly, youthful innocence.

How beautiful she looked!

More like a creature fresh from the perfect handiwork of God than one who walked in the valley of sin, sorrow, trouble and death.

Locket Upon her bosom I observed a golden locket fashioned in a heart shape.

She noticed my glance, and with a quick movement of her fingers released the locket and handed it to me.

"It's a heart," I said.

"Read what's on it, Father."

"I can't, my little friend; my eyes are very good, but are not equal to making out reading on gold lockets by moonlight."

"Just let me hold it for you, Father. Now look."

How this child contrived, I cannot say; but certain it is, that at once, as she held the locket at a certain angle, there stood out clearly, embossed upon its surface, the legend: 

"Cease! the Heart of Jesus is with me." 

"Mamma placed that upon my bosom one year ago, when I was very sick, Father." And kissing the locket, the child restored it to its place.

We went on for a time in silence. I carried the Blessed Sacrament with me; and, young as she was, the girl seemed to appreciate the fact. Whenever I glanced at her, I observed her lips moving as in prayer, and her eyes seemed, in very truth, fixed upon the place where rested in His sacramental veil the Master of Life and of Death.

Suddenly the girl's hand touched my sleeve-oh, so gently!

"This is the place, Father," she said in soft tones that thrilled me as they broke upon the stillness; and she pointed to a little hut standing back in the dim shadows of three pine trees.

I pushed open the door, which hung loosely upon its hinges, and turned to wait her entrance. She was gone. Somewhat startled, I was peering out into the pallid night, when a groan called me to the bedside of the dying woman.

A glance told me there was no time to lose. The woman lying in that room had hardly reached middle life, but the hand of Death had touched her brow, upon which stood the drops of sweat, and in her face I read a great trouble.

I was at her side in an instant; and, God be thanked for it, soon calmed and quieted the poor creature. She made her confession, and in sentiments of faith and love such as I have rarely seen, received the Last Sacraments of the Church.

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Standing beside her, I suggested those little prayers and devices so sweet and consoling at the dread hour. I noticed, as the time passed on, that her eyes frequently turned toward a little box at the farther end of the room.

"Shall I bring you that box?" I asked.

She nodded assent.

On placing it beside her, she opened it with trembling hands and took out the dress of a child.

"Your little daughter's dress?" I said.

She whispered, and there was love in her tones: "My darling Edith's."

"I know her," I continued. "She brought me here, you know."

I stopped short and caught my breath. The woman half rose in her bed; she looked at me in wonder that cannot be expressed. I, no less amazed, was staring at a golden, oval locket fastened to the bosom of the child's dress which the woman was holding in her hands.

"Madam," I cried, "in the name of God, tell me, where is your daughter? Whose is that locket?"

"The locket is Edith's. I placed it here on the bosom of her dress when my little girl lay dying a year ago. The last thing my darling did was to hold this locket to her lips, and say:

'Cease! the Heart of Jesus is with me.'

"She died a year ago."

Then the mother's face grew very sweet and very radiant.

Still holding the locket in her hands, she fixed her eyes straight before her.

"Edith, my dear Edith, we are at last to be united in the Sacred Heart. I see you, my darling: ‘Cease! the Heart of Jesus is with me."'

Her voice faded with the last syllable into silence.

She and Edith were again united.

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From Fr. Finn's Mostly Boys (New York: 1896), pp. 90-95.
Illustrations by: AF Phillips

 

I was in my first sleep when the sound of the doorbell

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