The movement of the human soul, and human society in general, from its fallen chaotic state towards divine order is at the heart of the Blog of Padre Pio Press. Writings, ponderings, and reflections on this movement of the soul are authored by Fr. Cliff Ermatinger and by the occasional Guest Contributor. The articles and recordings are relegated to the following areas:
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Litany of the Holy Family
Septuagesima Sunday – A Message From St. John Chrysostom
Vita Christi, ca. 1487-1490
Translation of the Holy Gospel According to Matthew (Matt 20:1-16)
At that time Jesus spoke to his disciples this parable: The kingdom of heaven is like to an householder who went out early in the morning to hire laborers into his vineyard. And having agreed with the laborers for a penny a day, he sent them into his vineyard. And going out about the third hour, he saw others standing in the market place idle, and he said to them: Go you also into my vineyard, and I will give you what shall be […]
A Message for Overcoming Sin
SOMETIMES VANITY INDUCES the desire for spiritual influence, which one pictures fulfilled with such holiness and rigor that one would be an example of sanctity to others, winning over many to Christ not only by manner of life but by doctrine and preaching. Even amidst one’s solicitude, vanity makes one go round in mind and spirit, conversing with others under the incitement of vanity’s illusions. Filled with these vain images, one is unable to make use of the present, clinging with delight to those wandering phantasms, as if they were true.
SOMETIMES VANITY INDUCES the desire for spiritual influence, which one pictures fulfilled with such holiness and rigor that one would be an example of sanctity to others, winning over many to Christ not only by manner of life but by doctrine and preaching. Even amidst one’s solicitude, vanity makes one go round in mind and spirit, conversing with others under the incitement of vanity’s illusions. Filled with these vain images, one is unable to make use of the present, clinging with delight to those wandering phantasms, as if they were true.