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:
During the Month of June, Which is Devoted to the Sacred Heart of Jesus,
Padre Pio Press Invites Its Readership to Join In Saying:
in the morning The Litany of Humility
The Litany of the Sacred Heart at night 
In Reparation for All the Ways He is Blasphemined,
Consolation for All The Times He is Ignored,
and Veneration for All that He Continues to Give to Us.
During the Month of June, Which is
Devoted to the Sacred Heart of Jesus,
Padre Pio Press Invites Its Readership to Join In Saying:
in the morning
The Litany of Humility
:
and at night,
The Litany of the Sacred Heart
In Reparation for
All the Ways He is Blasphemed,
Consolation for All the Times
He is Ignored,
and Veneration for All that
He Continues to Give to Us.
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.
