Former Abortionist Now a Witness to Mercy

http://www.marian.org/divinemercy/story.php?NID=3066
He used to perform abortions. Then he returned to his Catholic faith. Now, Dr. John Bruchalski's mission is to help spread the message of Divine Mercy through his medical practice. His powerful conversion story is why planners for the upcoming North American Congress on Mercy have invited him to give his witness for the historic Nov. 14-15 event.

First, he founded the Tepeyac Family Center in 1994. The obstetrical and gynecological facility in Fairfax, Va., combines the best of modern medicine with the healing presence of Jesus Christ. Then, in 2000, he founded Divine Mercy Care, a non-profit organization performing spiritual and corporal works of mercy.

Dr. John Bruchalski shares with us how he got to where he is today:

Updated Divine Mercy Mission Schedule for New York- from Cenacle World Prayer Group

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DIVINE MERCY CRUSADE
"TESTIMONY AND SHARING BY BROTHER STANLEY VILLAVICENCIO"
Meeting Schedule in New York

OCTOBER 30, 2009, FRIDAY, 7:30 PM        
ST. ALOYSIUS CHURCH                                
592 MIDDLE NECK ROAD                             
GREAT NECK, NY 11023 (516) 851-7178    

OCTOBER 31, 2009, SATURDAY, 7 PM
OUR LADY OF SOLACE SHRINE
2866 WEST 17TH STREET
BROOKLYN, NY 11224 (718) 266-1612

NOVEMBER 1, 2009, SUNDAY, 1:30 PM
HOLY MASS, FOLLOWED BY TALK
HOLY INNOCENTS CHURCH
W. 37TH ST. AND BROADWAY, NYC
(212) 279-5861 (718) 381-4419

NOVEMBER 2, 2009, MONDAY, 7:30 PM
CURE OF ARS CHURCH
2323 MERRICK AVENUE, MERRICK, NY 11566
(516) 623-1400 (718) 381-4419

NOVEMBER 3, 2009, TUESDAY, 7:00 PM
HOLY REDEEMER CHURCH
37 SOUTH OCEAN AVENUE, FREEPORT, NY 11520
(516) 378-0665 (718) 381-4419

NOVEMBER 4, 2006, WEDNESDAY, 7:00 PM
HOLY SPIRIT CHURCH
1355 HATCH ROAD WEBSTER, NY 14580
(585) 671-6534

NOVEMBER 5, 2009, THURSDAY, 7:30 PM
HOLY MASS AND TALK
ST. ROCH'S CHURCH, 602 PORT RICHMOND AVENUE
STATEN ISLAND, NY 10302
(718)381-4419 (718) 442-4755

NOVEMBER 6, 2009, FRIDAY, 7:00 PM
OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS CHURCH
25815 80TH AVENUE, FLORAL PARK, NY
(917) 930-1599 (718) 381-4419

NOVEMBER 7, 2009, SATURDAY, 7:00 PM
ST. GERARD MAJELLA CHURCH
188-16 91 AVENUE, HOLLIS, NY 11423
(718) 291-0761 (718) 381-4419

NOVEMBER 8, 2009, SUNDAY, 3:30 PM
ST. THOMAS CHURCH 6097 AMBOY ROAD
STATEN ISLAND, NY 10309
(718) 381-4419 (718) 356-0294

CARDINAL RICARDO J. VIDAL OF THE ARCHDIOCESE OF CEBU, VISAYAS, PHILIPPINES, TOGETHER WITH MONSIGNOR CRIS GARCIA, HAVE GIVEN PERMISSION TO BROTHER STANLEY VILLAVICENCIO TO SPREAD THE DEVOTION TO JESUS, DIVINE MERCY THROUGH THE TESTIMONY AND SHARING OF BRO. STANLEY, WHICH HAS TOUCHED MANY ACROSS THE GLOBE AND HAVE BROUGHT MILLIONS BACK TO THE LORD AND THE SACRAMENTS.

PLEASE COME, LISTEN AND BE TOUCHED TO THESE 10 DAYS OF CRUSADE FOR OUR LORD, THE DIVINE MERCY!!!

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The Conversion of Carlo Campanini - from the Padre Pio Newsletters

This is an inspiring story of conversion of a man who lived for the world and by the world's standards despite the many blessings he had been given. Through God's grace and mercy, he found his way back to Jesus through the beautiful graces received behind the confessional. I love stories that show how deep God's Divine Mercy is for us and that the confession is one place that is immersed in that goodness. 

By the way, Nov. 1 and 2 is fast approaching. The days offer plenary indulgence (usual requirements apply after visiting our beloved dead). Let us remember and pray for our beloved family and friends who await our prayers and await us in heaven.

God bless !



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Brothers and sisters, we are ambassadors for Christ,
as if God were pleading through us. We implore you on behalf of Christ,
be reconciled to God. . .For he says, 'In an acceptable time I heard you,
and on the day of salvation I helped you.' Behold, now is a very
acceptable time; behold, now is the day of salvation.
- 2 Corinthians 5:20,6:2
 

The Conversion of Carlo Campanini

from Volume 1 Issue 19, April 2005 Pray Hope and Dont Worry Newsletter 

Carlo Campanini took several detours on his journey back to God. When he met his spiritual father, Padre Pio, he began to see the right direction for his life. Padre Pio lead him with wisdom, love and sometimes humor. The following is his story.

My conversion experience took place in 1950, but Padre Pio had patiently kept his eye on me for eleven years. When I visited him for the first time in 1939, I did so for selfish reasons. I thought he was some kind of magician or fortune teller, and I hoped to make some money by visiting him. As an actor, I toured the world. It was a hard life. I traveled all year long and lived like a gypsy. I was married and had three children. Since the work I was doing didn't allow me to have a permanent residence, no one wanted to rent me a house. My wife worked with me, and we had to leave our children with a sister-in-law.

This kind of lifestyle was hard on me. I really wanted to find a job that would allow me to be with my children. I came from a very poor family and only went to school until the sixth grade. All that time I was in a school run by the Christian Brothers, and we were forced to go to Mass every morning before classes. This bothered me so much that I never set foot in a church again after I left school.

One day in 1939, when I was talking to a colleague, Mario Amendola, I told him, "Once it was easy to believe in God. There were great saints like St. Francis, St. Anthony, and St. John Bosco, who performed miracles. Saints no longer exist, and there aren't miracles anymore." Amendola told me that it wasn't true. "There's a holy monk in Puglia who does extraordinary things," he said. Amendola told me about an incident that had happened to his cousin a few years before.

"He was poor and out of work. Just to do something, he volunteered to fight in the civil war in Spain. When he returned, his wife told him, "If you've made it back alive, it's because Padre Pio prayed for you. I made a vow to him that you would go and thank him.' My cousin went to San Giovanni Rotondo and told Padre Pio about his difficult situation. Padre Pio gave him some very precise direction, "Go to Falconara."

"I can't," my cousin answered. "At least I have friends in Rome who'll help me. I'd die of hunger in Falconara." "Go to Falconara," Padre Pio repeated. My cousin moved there with his wife and children. He found his mother there. A few months before, she had left Rome so that she wouldn't be a burden on him. Now she was trying to survive by begging outside the door of the church. Together, they went through two months of incredibly hard times.

One morning a man came from Ancona looking for my cousin. He said to him, "I'm here on an assignment for the head of a union. He would like to see you tomorrow morning at his office." My cousin went to his office, and was offered a contract on the spot for three thousand lire a month. At that time people felt they were living well when they made one thousand lire a month.

Amendola's cousin's experience made a deep impression on me. It also made me think.

During Holy Week, I was in Bari with a theater company. They gave us two days off. "San Giovanni Rotondo is somewhere around here," I told Amendola. "Why don't we visit that holy monk?"

We left on Thursday morning. San Giovanni Rotondo was poor and almost deserted. We looked for Padre Pio's church. "He can't see you," we were told. "His wounds are very painful. Even though they usually bleed all year long, during Holy Week they leave him in a pitiful state. For this reason he is unable to see anyone." Nonetheless, we protested, "But we're actors. We've come from far away. We only have these two days free. We have to see him."

We decided to stay and walk around the monastery, hoping to run into Padre Pio. Since I was rather frivolous and could only think about making people laugh, I was even cracking jokes in the monastery. That Thursday afternoon, while Amendola and I were making a lot of noise, a friar who looked like a giant walked out of the church and complained, "So, you won't even let me pray these days. What do you want?" (It was Padre Pio.)

"Father, we're two poor actors."

"We're all poor," he replied.

"We want to go to confession to you," I added, trying to justify our presence. "Go prepare yourselves," Padre Pio replied. "I'll hear your confession tomorrow morning after Mass."

I remember that Mass as being a nightmare. It never ended. I had to stay on my knees the whole time. Otherwise those behind me couldn't see. The pain from kneeling was unbearable. When Mass was over, I went to confession. Padre Pio wouldn't let me speak. Yet he knew everything about me. He made me promise that I would change my life, and then gave me absolution. I didn't have the courage to ask him for anything. But inside me I kept repeating to myself, "Father, help me to find a job near home, even as a shopkeeper, so that I might live together with my children."

I went back to Bari and then I went to Rome. They were beginning to make a new film, Addio Giovinezza. There were four famous actors who were candidates for the role of Leone in that film. I was totally unknown in those circles, but for some reason that I'll never figure out, the part was given to me. But that wasn't the end of it. Since that time I've made 106 films, one after another. Now I'm rich and famous. I was able to buy a house and live with my children, just as I had wanted.

I was leading a dissolute life. I was involved in illicit relationships. I wasn't going to Mass, and I didn't want to hear anything about prayer. Yet, I felt guilty. Padre Pio had answered my prayer, but I had deceived him. For this reason, I didn't want to go back to see him.

This was the situation I was in at the end of 1949. I was at the height of my fame. I had a custom-made American car. Newspapers wrote extensively about me because I was appearing in every film. I didn't lack anything. But morally I was destroyed, empty, tired, demoralized, and tremendously unhappy. I even envied those people who were brave enough to commit suicide.

One evening I returned home and my wife said to me, "The assistant priest at the parish dropped by and asked us to consecrate our house to the Sacred Heart. The ceremony is set for January 8. He suggested that we prepare ourselves spiritually because he would like us all to receive Communion." This made me uneasy. I couldn't receive Communion given the life I was living. My wife and even my little daughter were insistent that we do this and I couldn't think of an excuse to make up. While I was walking around Rome restless and unhappy, I happened to go into St. Anthony's Church. The church was crowded and some people were standing in line to go to confession. A lot of people recognized me and were watching me out of curiosity. A man at the front of the line turned to me and said, "Go ahead, sir." I found myself kneeling in the confessional.

I left a half-hour later with tears streaming down my face. I felt like a new man. We celebrated as a family. Joyfully I participated in the consecration of our home to the Sacred Heart and went to Communion. I decided to visit Padre Pio and let him know that my life had changed. Since I had already confessed my past sins, I didn't need to tell him what they were. But when I entered his confessional he said to me, "Begin in 1936." "I just went to confession a few days ago," I protested. "I told you to begin in 1936," Padre Pio said in a thundering voice. He told me that I was a coward if I was ashamed to confess my sins when I wasn't ashamed to offend Jesus.

That confession changed my life completely. When I finished, Padre Pio hugged me and kissed me. He gave me a rosary, urging me to pray the rosary often. Then he added, "I'll always be at your side." It wasn't easy to keep my promise, but I worked hard at it. I haven't missed daily Mass since then. I consider Padre Pio to be my protector. I feel him by me every moment of the day, in every situation, especially in the midst of difficulties.

Padre Pio liked to tell jokes. He had a knack for being concise and for knowing the right thing to say at the right time. One of my friends from the theater was being treated by a famous doctor in Florence. One day my friend told his doctor, "Tomorrow I won't be here for my usual treatment because I'm going to see Padre Pio." The doctor asked him, "Why are you going to see that hysterical old man? That's what science would call him. Why, he caused the stigmata to appear simply by thinking so much about Jesus on the cross." When my friend visited Padre Pio and finished his confession, he told Padre Pio what his doctor had said. "When you see him," Padre Pio replied, "tell him to think intensely about being an ox. Let's see if he grows horns."

A lot of people complained that Padre Pio was rough on sinners and often sent them away. One day I said to him, "Did you know that Fr. Leopoldo of Padova spent sixteen hours a day in the confessional and never turned anyone away?" "I know," Padre Pio answered. "In fact, he sends the worst ones to me." Then I added, "But you're taking a big responsibility on your shoulders by sending people away without absolution. What happens if they die after they leave the church?" Padre Pio said, "If I've made a mistake, do you think God would make a mistake? God will take care of things."

Condensed from Padre Pio, Man of Hope by R. Allegri

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Testimonial

Don Nello Castello, a diocesan priest from Padua, Italy left this testimony:

"I went to confession to Padre Pio at least a hundred times. I recall the first time, his words both jolted and enlightened me. The counsels he gave me reflected exact knowledge of my whole life both past and future. At times he would surprise me with suggestions unconnected with the sins confessed. But later events made it clear that his counsels had been prophetic. In one confession during 1957, he spoke five times with insistence on the same question, using different words, and reminded me of an ugly fault of impatience. Furthermore, he enlightened me on the underlying causes that provoked the impatience. He described to me the behavior I should follow to avoid impatience in the future. This happened without my having said a word about the problem. Thus, he knew my problems better than I did and advised me how to correct them."

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Padre Pio's Words of Counsel

"Take heart because the Lord is with you; He suffers with you, groans with you, and is pleased with you. . .Don't you yearn to love Him forever? Therefore, have no fear."

"Even if you were to have committed all the sins of this world, Jesus tells you, "Your sins, which were many, have been forgiven; hence you have shown great love." But then you will say to me, what is the reason for this trial of abandonment of my poor soul? It is the trial of heavenly love. "I have come into deep waters, and the flood sweeps over me."

"This is the trial of souls who are particularly loved by that Jesus who was pleased to experience all the fear of that moral tempest in the desert, the garden, and Calvary. Every soul that wants to be saved must undergo something of that mysterious storm because every predestined soul must resemble Jesus. Well then, haven't you chosen Jesus as your portion? Therefore, let him treat you as he pleases."

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they shall not overflow..."
- Isaiah 43:2

"I have come into the deep waters; and the flood sweeps over me. But I pray to you, Lord, for the time of your favor. God in your great kindness answer me with your constant help... Do not let the floodwaters overwhelm me..."
- Psalm 69:2,14,16

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Memories of Padre Pio

Overwhelmed with sorrow at the impending death of a loved one, a man once approached Padre Pio. He asked Padre Pio why the Lord would be so cruel as to take his dear one from the family. Weeping, he aid, "Padre, he is an angel. He is so good, so honest. Our Lord could give him the grace of a longer life. Why does he want to snatch him away from his loved ones?"

With immense gentleness, Padre Pio said to the man, "But certainly you, my son, if you had the possibility, you would buy at the market the products of the highest quality so that your table would be spread with the very best. In the same way, our Lord collects on earth, all the most beautiful flowers so that they bud better in the gardens of Heaven."

Padre Pio embraced the man, encouraging him to resign himself to the will of God. The man felt great consolation at the words given to him and was much more resigned that a child, dear to Jesus, was in Heaven.

"Our compassionate Lord comes lovingly to my aide when the trial is greatest and like the Loving Father that He is, consoles me and encourages me to walk always more and more along the Way of the Cross." St. Pio of Pietrelcina

"Pray, pray to the Lord with me, because the whole world needs prayer. And every day, when your heart especially feels the loneliness of life, pray. Pray to the Lord, because even God needs our prayers." — St. Pio of Pietrelcina

The Battle Between Good and Evil: an Update from Fr. Corapi

As Halloween approaches, we are surrounded by themes of the occult, ghosts, demons, curses, and hauntings. Demonic and occult themes permeate the media at this time of year. Most of this material is pure fiction, yet the part that is not fiction is an acknowledgment that angels and demons exist.

One cannot understand reality if one brackets out a large portion of reality - the preternatural order (angels and demons). If you try to arrive at valid conclusions concerning reality, but have left out a good part of that reality you are engaged in an exercise in futility. So many things today can only be understood in the light of this spiritual reality. Have you ever wondered why so many apparently educated and intelligent people just don't get it, especially with respect to such life and death matters as abortion?

There is a battle that goes on in the spiritual order between the forces of God and the forces of Satan, "the adversary." This battle between cosmic good and evil, between angels and demons, has man caught in the crosshairs. Man is an active player in his own salvation. We need the help of our allies the angels. To fail to enlist their help is reckless. To fail to realize the reality of the enemy forces, the demonic legions, can be ultimately and eternally fatal.

We are at war and our battle is not against flesh and blood, as St. Paul warns us in Ephesians 6. The battle between good and evil, truth and lies, life and death involves these angelic legions - good and evil. We are soldiers in God's army, like it or not, believe it or not. We must be aware of these fundamental teachings, learn them, and live in accordance with them.

God bless you,

Fr. John Corapi

Remember to fight for life! Choose life. =)

Padre Pio showed, during his Mass, that Jesus was present, real and living in him. Jesus must live in us too. How? St. Pio practiced in a heroic way what he preached 1. Pray, hope and do not worry 2. Without the Mass our lives are empty 3. We leave concern for the future to the providence of God. 4. We must obey the Pope 5. Begin to form prayer groups in your community 6. Recognize Jesus in the person who is sick 7. Avoid gossip at all costs 8. Criticize only yourself, not others 9. There are many souls to be saved 10. Raise your voice a little bit to defend God. Fr. Louis Solcia, C.R.S.P.

An Encounter with Padre Pio - taken from Pray, Hope, and Dont Worry January 2000

Today, I had some time to spare reading through my Padre Pio newsletters and really, they have brought so much inspiration to me. I remember my grandfather who had such love for Padre Pio and now I am beginning to understand more why people were drawn to him. This particular piece brought me tears  because it hit close to home- during the days that we questioned our faith, when we intellectualized and rationalized rather than trust and have faith. I hope it will also inspire you as it did me. - TKMR

An Encounter with Padre Pio
as told by Alfredo Lapertina

The year was 1950. I had always heard talk about the friar with the stigmata and I wanted to go and see him. I am a Catholic but as regards my faith, I am not an emotional character nor am I easily roused to enthusiasm. My visit to San Giovanni Rotondo was not so much one of faith but rather one of curiosity.

I knew also that the friary was a continual goal of pilgrims who came from all over the world, so in the hope of being able to see and observe Padre Pio more closely and carefully, I made the trip. It was almost midday when I arrived. In the friary square I noticed a booth where a Capuchin friar was making the bookings of those who wanted to go to confession to Padre Pio. I too booked and was told that the wait would be about one week. I was curious to see for myself this extraordinary friar whom I had seen so many times in newspapers and magazines. I went into the church and waited in the sacristy but the crowds were so great that we were squashed one on top of the other.

When Padre Pio entered the sacristy, I was only just able to see him. He was accompanied by two friars to protect him from the crowd, and they were only just able to get him to the confessional. Around 5:00 p.m., Padre Pio came down for Vespers, and this time I was able to observe him well and from close up. I received such an impression that, still to this day, after having got to know him very well from many visits, am unable to describe. He was a figure, dare I say, indefinable. He was fatherly, austere, sullen, happy, sarcastic, ironic. His eyes scrutinized you as if they wanted to penetrate your very flesh and they forced you to lower your eyes.

That day I saw something which seemed to me rather strange. When Padre Pio entered the sacristy, he politely greeted a man by my side, who as soon as he saw Padre Pio, knelt and kissed his hand. Then Padre Pio washed his fingers that protruded from his brown mittens because he was going to celebrate Vespers. The man he had spoken to handed him a white handkerchief to dry his hands. When Padre Pio was going into the church, I saw this man fold the handkerchief and put it in his wallet. Seeing my curiosity, he said to me, "As soon as Vespers is over I will explain to you why I did that." I thanked him and we went into the church.

When Vespers ended we went out into the square and the man came up to me and said, "So now I will satisfy your curiosity about Padre Pio and the handkerchief," and he began his story:

"I have been coming to San Giovanni Rotondo every week for the last six months" the man told me, "and shall continue to do so until Padre Pio's hospital is finished, and then I will never leave again. I live in Rome where I practice as a doctor. My parents are no longer alive. My father was a doctor like myself and with great humanity. He taught me the importance of unconditionally helping others who are suffering whether materially or morally. Like myself, my father did not have any religious faith but my mother and my sister were fervent Catholics. I always admired my sister's discretion of never discussing religion with me.

About eight months ago, Massimo, my sister's son, a student in his third year of medicine, began to complain of strong pains in his head. I prescribed some pain killers for him but the pain would not go away. I had him undergo many tests, including a brain scan, and we discovered to our horror that he had a tumor on his brain.

Shaken by this terrible diagnosis, I took Massimo first to Switzerland where I knew an excellent doctor who unfortunately confirmed the diagnosis. Still not happy, I took him to London to a great luminary of medicine, who after having made a few tests and an x-ray, told me that Massimo had no more than three of four months to live. He added that it was impossible to operate because to remove the tumor would mean cutting into the brain and this would cause total paralysis and then very probably, death.

My nephew was forced to abandon his studies. He became very weak and had to spend most of his time in bed. Little by little, he began to lose his sight as the tumor pressed on his optic nerve. I went to see him every day and tried to raise his morale. As my nephew's condition grew worse, my sister began to despair.

I had to go away to a medical conference in Milan and during my absence my nephew got suddenly worse with insupportable, stabbing pains. My sister called a colleague of mine, an excellent doctor who was young and very religious. After he had seen the boy, the x-rays and tests, he at once understood the gravity of the case.

He told my sister that no better medicines existed than those already perscribed and added that this was a desperate case before which science was powerless. He said that it was necessary to hope for a miracle. He also said that he always saw my sister and her husband in church on Sunday and that she should pray because her son needed prayers more than medicines.

One evening when I went to visit Massimo, I witnessed a scene that, at the time, I considered to be terrible fanaticism. At my sister's home there were gathered about ten family friends. All of them were very respectable people whom I admired, however all were fanatical Catholics. The most fanatical one of all was a retired military colonel. Even so, he was a dear person. He was a close friend of the family and also a spiritual son of Padre Pio. They had formed a circle in Massimo's bedroom and, in the center, kneeling on a cushion, they had placed the poor boy. To hold him up, they had to put a chair next to him. They were all praying the Rosary.

Seeing this, I went into the studio cursing at my sister and her husband who, because of selfishness would not even let their son die in peace. I continued to curse at them but on hearing me they raised their voices and continued their prayers. The Rosary ended and the colonel said, " Now we will say a special prayer to Padre Pio so that he intercede with our Lord and assist me in what I am about to do. I have a handkerchief with which, that holy friar, a while ago, dried his hands. With this handkerchief, I will cover the head of Massimo and God will do the rest.

Hearing these words, I entered the room like a madman. I said to the colonel, who in that moment was about to place the handkerchief on the boy's head, that if it wasn't for the respect I had for him and his age, I would have beaten him up and Padre Pio as well.

I had not even finished the last word when Massimo cried out, "Mother, father, I can see!" and he staggered to his feet. I took him under his arms and placed him on his bed. With all the color drained from my face and my energy drained from my body, I collapsed in a chair. After awhile, Massimo, who had not eaten for several days, asked for something to eat. My sister, crying with joy, rushed to prepare some food for him. The days went by and the boy got better and better before our very eyes. We took him back to the doctor where all the x-rays and tests were repeated. Not a sign of the tumor on his brain could be found.

In my soul there was no longer any trace of atheism. The change to the Christian creed was so rapid and radical that I was not even aware of it. It seemed as if I had always been a Catholic.

About a month after this extraordinary event, one night in a dream, I heard someone call me by my baptismal name. I woke up with a start. I was still troubled by the extraordinary events that had taken place and I was frightened. I thought I had heard the voice of my sister's husband. Instead after an instant, and I was perfectly awake, the same voice, which however was not of my sister's husband, said to me, "Do not forget I am waiting for you because you promised to beat me up!" I understood at once then that it was Padre Pio. That same night (it must have been about 2:00 am) I got dressed quickly and took a taxi to the train station.

Around midday I arrived in San Giovanni Rotondo and was in the church that afternoon when Padre Pio came down to hear the confessions of the men. I could see he was going to be passing right by the place where I was standing. Bear in mind that he could not have known me because I had never been to San Giovanni before. But as he came by me he took me firmly by the arm and led me to the confessional. In the confessional I fell on my knees and he said to me, "Here I am, I am all yours!" I cried for a long time in his lap but he comforted me and said, "Don't torment yourself because you have time before you to make up for it, but be tranquil because you are neither the worst nor the last. I can give you good news. Your father who was also like you, is now well and is with your mother. The mercy of God is so great that he abandons no one."

Padre Pio added, "Now here we are building a hospital to relieve the suffering of so many poor people, and as you are a doctor, I would be happy if you worked in this hospital." I answered, "Padre Pio, I will never leave this place for any reason and will stay here until I die and you can do with me whatever you like."

 

This was the beautiful story the doctor related to me during my first visit to San Giovanni Rotondo. I do have some experiences of my own to relate as to my meeting with Padre Pio. The crowds were so great at the friary that whoever wanted to go to confession to Padre Pio could do so only by booking. I did this and was told that it would be a wait of one week. When my turn for confession finally came up, I was a little uneasy, especially after hearing the story that the doctor had told me.

The first thing I experienced when I was in Padre Pio's presence, was a marvelous perfume which seemed to me to be the fragrance of violets. The perfume was so strong that it almost made me faint. However, after my confession, I asked for his blessing for myself and all of my family. He placed his hands on my head and said, "This is also for your family. Young man, always be good." I kissed his hand and left.

On several other occasions I went to San Giovanni Rotondo with my wife. Often we went to confession to Padre Pio. Both of us experienced a beautiful perfume when we were near him. I can say that I am truly devoted to Padre Pio and to his heroic and exceptional life.

Miracle Divine Mercy Picture - email from Mr. Yann Equant (coordinator for Thailand)

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From: yann equant <leq_9@hotmail.com>
Date: Wed, Oct 7, 2009 at 1:29 PM

Subject: Miracle Divine Mercy Picture
To: Tricia Roxas DM_Philippines <ourdivinemercyfamily@gmail.com>, lea santillan <learat25@yahoo.com>

Dears Tricia and Lea,
 

Enclosed please find the image taken from the sign language teacher's cellphone during Bro.Stanley's talk at the Holy Redeemer Hall on the 2nd of August 2009 in the afternoon. His name is Hugo Narong Thanomlek who was acting as a sign translator for the deaf-mute group during the testimony of Bro. Stanley. Would you please transfer this miracle image to Bro. Stanley so that he could see the marvellous sign of JESUS not only to the deaf-mute but also to all of us who were present during his testimony. The message I got from this miracle picture taken by a sign translator is conveyed to all of us, and especially me, who are deaf-mute spiritually: we did not listen to His Words and we did not proclaim His Words.

 

There were great blessings to many people who have had a chance to listen to the testimonies of Bro. Stanley. The movement of Divine Mercy in Thailand has a new impulse from Jesus in the mission of the proclamation of the Divine Mercy messages. Many priests, according to Mr Peter Larsen (Chairman of Divine Mercy Thailand) have dedicated more to the Divine Mercy missions... So many great blessings from JESUS. Therefore, we have to ask JESUS to send again Bro. Stanley to Thailand soon.

 

God bless us all to continue to proclaim His Divine Mercy messages.

 

Yann

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