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:
Throughout the Month of April,
Padre Pio Press Cordially Invites Its Readership to Join In Saying:
Litany of the Most Blessed Sacrament
Easter Sunday — Sermon by Fr. Ermatinger
Byzantine, 13th cent.
Translation of the Epistle for Easter Sunday
Brethren, purge out the old leaven, that you may be a new dough, as you really are without leaven. For Christ, our passover, has been sacrificed. Therefore, let us keep festival, not with the old leaven, nor with the leaven of malice and wickedness, but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.
Translation of the Holy Gospel According to Saint Mark
At that time, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of […]
Easter Sunday — A Message from St. Pope John Paul II
imitator of Andrea Mantegna,
cir. 1460-1550
Translation of the Gospel According to Mark (16:1-7)
At that time, Mary Magdalen, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought sweet spices, that coming they might anoint Jesus. And very early in the morning, the first day of the week, they came to the sepulcher, the sun being now risen. And they said one to another: Who shall roll us back the stone from the door of the sepulcher? And looking back, they saw the stone rolled back. For it was very great. And entering into the sepulcher, they […]
A Hymn for Good Friday
Abroad the regal banners fly,
Now shines the cross’s mystery;
Upon it Life did death endure,
And yet by death did life procure.
Who, wounded with a direful spear,
Did, purposely to wash us clear
From stain of sin, pour out a flood
Of precious water mixed with blood.
That which the prophet-king of old
Hath in mysterious verse foretold,
Is now accomplished, whilst we see
God ruling nations from a tree.
O lovely and refulgent tree,
Adorned with purpled majesty;
Culled from a worthy stock, to bear
Those limbs which sanctifièd were.
Blest tree, whose happy branches bore
The wealth that did […]
