Padre Pio

I’ve been watching the response which has been stirred by the placing of the body of Padre Pio on display.  The protestant in me finds it all a bit difficult.  But it gets better if you step sideways and ponder the power of that kind of spirituality – the stigmata which are or are not and people’s appetite for the holy.  I suppose some of the power is in its directness and touchability – not bound up in inaccessible ideas and words.  I used to love poking around in the recesses of North Italian village churches.  They all had relics with ill-translated and ill-typed explanations of how the statue of the Virgin broke out in an aqueous sweat in 1453 – and here is the very identical handkerchief.

Ireland is probably second only to Italy for this kind of piety – if you are unaware of the Moving Statues of Ballinspittle, you should take a look.

2 comments

  1. I remember once being at the Shrine at Carfin with a group of altar servers on a day out. There was a Padre Pio Healing mass being held at the large church so we stopped by for a look. The church was full of people, many in wheelchairs with carers. We stood in the narthex, watching for a moment, until a woman came out clutching her chest. She had come to pray for her son and had a heart attack there and then! An ambulance was called and she was whisked away. I guess Padre Pio didn’t work for her.

  2. The story reminded me of Jeremy Bentham, who sits in the cloister at University College, London. I loved the legend that he still attended meetings of the college council long after his death!

Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.