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.
Septuagesima Sunday — Sermon by Fr. Ermatinger
David Teniers the Younger, 17th c.
Translation of the Epistle for Septuagessima Sunday
Brethren: Do you not know that those who run in a race, all indeed run, but one receives the prize? So run as to obtain it. And everyone in a contest abstains from all things – and they indeed to receive a perishable crown, but we an imperishable. I, therefore, so run as not without a purpose; I so fight as not beating the air; but I chastise my body and bring it […]
SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY — A Message From Saint Catherine of Siena
Christian Wilhelm Ernst Dietrich,
cir. 1750s.
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 […]
A Poem About Our Blessed Mother
Postcard, cir. early 20th c.
O Mother dear, our age is full of thee
And the fair marvels of thy power and grace;
From many a glorious shrine and famous place
Flows the full river of thy charity,
Nor thence alone — for there are spots obscure
By angels honoured, to the world unknown,
Where thou dost love to shed thy blessings down
Upon the meek, the simple and the poor.
Such is the chapel where I knelt one morn,
Not knowing then it was a wondrous Shrine
Where countless miracles of love divine
Are wrought by thee, our Lady of the […]
