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.
TREATISE ON PURGATORY – Chapter IX and Reflection
TREATISE ON PURGATORY by St. Catherine of Genoa
CHAPTER IX
THE WAY IN WHICH GOD AND THE SOULS REGARD ONE ANOTHER IN PURGATORY
THE SAINT CONFESSES HER INABILITY TO EXPRESS HERSELF ON THIS MATTER
All the things of which I have spoken, when compared with that of which I am assured in my intelligence, so far as I am able to comprehend it in this life, are of such intensity, that, by the side of them, all things seen, all things felt, all things imagined, all things just and true, seem to me lies […]
TREATISE ON PURGATORY – Chapter VIII and Reflection
TREATISE ON PURGATORY by St. Catherine of Genoa
CHAPTER VIII
THE NECESSITY OF PURGATORY, AND HOW TERRIBLE IT IS
Again I say that, on God’s part, I see paradise has no gate, but that whosoever will may enter therein; for God is all mercy, and stands with open arms to admit us to His glory. But still I see that the Being of God is so pure (far more than one can imagine), that should a soul see in itself even the least mote of imperfection, it […]
