Paolina was gravely ill, with relatives
and friends preparing for her death, but Padre Pio promised that during his
Easter Mass she would rise with Christ.
In the early months of
1925, Paolina Preziosi, a holy woman and a good mother to her five
children, fell ill with bronchitis. She was a Third Order Franciscan
and well-liked by the people of San Giovanni Rotondo, where she
lived. It was said of her that “she had a delicacy of conscience as
rare and precious as her surname.”
As Holy Week approached, her condition became
grave, and developed into pneumonia, but there was little the
attending doctor could do. Difficult days lie ahead for Paolina.
Her husband Lorenzo and the children became more and more upset as
she grew visibly worse. Some of her friends approached Padre Pio to
ask his help. But he replied: “What can I do, I am just a poor
sinner”. He added that they must pray and keep on praying, so that
the Lord does not take her. Her family, relatives, friends and
neighbors did pray, but it seemed that their pleas were not reaching
heaven. As her condition became increasingly desperate, the doctor
began to fear for her life. Medicines had no effect, and she had
almost stopped eating.
On Palm Sunday, her
friends once more entreated Padre Pio. They recounted their fears
for the fate of her five children if she were taken away from them.
But he appeared preoccupied, as if he were not sure that Divine
Providence would intervene. It seemed he felt that her destiny was
already decided and could not be changed. The friends continued to
persist: “Padre, the doctor says there is no hope.” Finally he
came back to himself, and looked at them serenely, almost as if he
had found a solution. Then he said to them decisively, “Paolina
will rise with Jesus. She is such good person that the Lord wants
her with Him in heaven, but her children need her. She must keep on
praying and not be afraid. Tell her that she will rise again with the
Lord.”
The words of Padre Pio
assumed a prophetic significance, since he was announcing a miracle
to occur at a specific time. “Padre Pio said Paolina will rise
with the Lord,” the people repeated all during Holy Week. The news
circulated throughout San Giovanni and even to neighboring towns in
the province of Puglia, igniting disputes and discussions. The
enemies of Padre Pio laughed, and awaited the day when the stupidity
of those who believed in him would be confirmed. But others were
certain that she would be cured; however, they wondered if the cure
would occur at the Vigil Mass on Holy Saturday, or on Sunday.
The evening of Good
Friday, the hapless woman continued to beg God to permit her to live
for the sake of her children. Then Padre Pio, who was aware of her
intense appeals, and was deeply moved, appeared to her in bilocation.
“Do not fear,” he told her. “Do not fear, child of God, have
faith and hope; at Mass tomorrow, when the church bells sound for
Christ's Resurrection, you will be cured.”
The poor woman prayed all night, along with her friends, neighbors and relatives. They had already prepared the coffin, as was the custom in the area, since only a miracle could save her life. There was nothing doctors could do for her, because science was powerless to restore health to someone who was more dead than alive. Padre Pio, however, insisted they must continue praying to the Lord for her cure. But later that night she became comatose, and the Third Order members readied their Franciscan burial shroud, to clad her as soon as she passed.
The poor woman prayed all night, along with her friends, neighbors and relatives. They had already prepared the coffin, as was the custom in the area, since only a miracle could save her life. There was nothing doctors could do for her, because science was powerless to restore health to someone who was more dead than alive. Padre Pio, however, insisted they must continue praying to the Lord for her cure. But later that night she became comatose, and the Third Order members readied their Franciscan burial shroud, to clad her as soon as she passed.
Early in the morning on
Holy Saturday, one of her relatives, with two of Paolina's children,
went to the monastery in order to once again plead with Padre Pio,
who was their last hope. In the face of their unbridled tears,
especially of the little ones, he could not resist their request and
he redoubled his prayers. “Heavenly Father, please grant that the
Sacrifice of the Mass will renew the life and health of your worthy
daughter. In her goodness she is ready to be with You, but permit
her to remain here upon the earth for the sake of her five young
children.” He embraced the two children who were present, pressing
them close to himself. He was heartbroken by their innocent
suffering.
In the meantime a note
was passed to him, indicating that the parish priest had arrived at
the Preziosi home to administer the last rites of the Church. As the
morning progressed, he received further updates: she doesn't
recognize anybody; she is practically dead.
After hearing
confessions, Padre Pio donned his priestly vestments. He approached
the altar and began the Easter Mass for Saturday in the monastery
church of Our Lady of Grace. All eyes were on him. “He is
sorrowful,” some said. “He has been crying,” said others. “I
have never seen him so downcast.” But at the Gloria, everyone saw
him transfigured, as large tears fell from his eyes. At the same time, the church
bells, which had been silent all week, announced the Resurrection of
Christ, ringing out their hosannas to the Lord! Glory to God who has
risen!
At the sound of the
bells, Paolina Preziosi, as if impelled by a superhuman force, rose
up from her bed. She lifted up to God and to Padre Pio prayers of
praise and thanksgiving and gratitude. Her fever had disappeared,
and her body had returned to life, with a vitality that neither
medicine nor science were capable of returning to her. To the
astonishment of everyone she was completely well.
People ran outside, shouting “Miracle! Paolina is cured!” The news reverberated everywhere, even reaching those who were at Mass. “The miracle has happened,” they whispered one to another, while tears streamed down their faces. At the termination of the ceremony, so many people pushed into the sacristy to see Padre Pio that the carabinieri had to intervene to curb the enthusiasm of the crowd.
People ran outside, shouting “Miracle! Paolina is cured!” The news reverberated everywhere, even reaching those who were at Mass. “The miracle has happened,” they whispered one to another, while tears streamed down their faces. At the termination of the ceremony, so many people pushed into the sacristy to see Padre Pio that the carabinieri had to intervene to curb the enthusiasm of the crowd.
Afterwards, someone
remarked to him that perhaps God had wanted this woman to be with
Him, but now she has come back to earth. Padre Pio replied: “It is
also beautiful to be exiled from Paradise because of love!”
This mother of many
children had obtained grace from the Mother of God. Padre Pio had
prayed to Jesus and Saint Joseph, but in a special way to the Blessed
Virgin. Certainly the phrase written over the entrance to one of the
cells of his monastery must have come to his mind: “Mary is the
entire reason for my hope.” (Maria e' tutta la ragione della mia
speranza.)
This article is based on the original account researched by Alberto Del Fante for his book Per La Storia, with additional information from Padre Pio Il Santo dei Miracoli by Renzo Allegri.
This article is based on the original account researched by Alberto Del Fante for his book Per La Storia, with additional information from Padre Pio Il Santo dei Miracoli by Renzo Allegri.
Read about my Catholic books on Padre Pio and others Here.
. . .all of which shows us we have to pray and pray, and hope and hope. These stories in Divine Fiat of cures and miracles through Padre Pio's intercession, are those we can hear about through the many books written, especially in Italian. But what about the many, many more, I'm sure, that never reached the ears of the authors or made it into the books, just as with Jesus? I think it boggles the mind...
ReplyDeleteThank you Jesus for your mercy
ReplyDeleteOur Lord is the slowest Man in town, but He is never late!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jesus, for this miracle!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jesus!
ReplyDeleteRe Jesus "being slow," I prefer, "He is never late, but seldom early."
ReplyDeleteJesus I trust in you! Thank you for your unfathomable Mercy!
ReplyDeleteLord Jesus, thank you for your love to us all.
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