WHY PADRE PIO IS WEEPING 🩸

During April of this year, at Casalba, Italy, a fiberglass statue of Padre Pio was recorded on camera to have shed a tear of blood. It is being investigated. 

I believe this to be genuine. It speaks to bloodshed and begs for those of us who witness it to be contrite. But, why?

Pio weeps and mourns for the children and babies never born. 

The tear-shaped trickle of blood from the eye of Pio appeared on a statue located  in a hamlet, north of Naples. It is no accident or "coincidence" that this happened in Italy, where the birth rate is at an all time low, and where 48 years of legalized and simultaneously illegal abortion has led to fewer and fewer young people and now babies in the arms of their mothers are a rare sighting in Italy. 

It is not (yet) being reported with the level of detail needed to understand the seriousness of the lack of little ones. But in the meantime, we may look upon Pio's insights:

"Abortion is not only murder, but it is also suicide..with one blow, both these crimes."

"You would understand the suicide of the race if, if you could see the earth populated by dribbling and toothless old people, devoid of children and burnt like a desert...By limiting our offspring, the lives of the parents are also mutilated."

I have had many, many Italian friends over the past 17 years and not one of them has had a child. They talk of going into middle and old age alone. Pio weeps for them.

As for the analysis of this teardrop, Padre Pio had AB blood type, the exact class of sanguine found on the Shroud of Turin. Dr. Giorgio Festa did the most exacting analysis of Pio's blood, and said, "he had beautiful bloodwork." The Vatican have the medical records from Dr. Festa and they need to be compared with the tests done on the bloody teardrop. 

So as we are in this life, we will also be in the next. When Pio was alive and training to be a priest, he was seen to have "the gift of tears", evidenced when he prayed; he cried so much that a handkerchief was drenched, and the salty drops left a dent in the floor.  

When he confessed his sins, he sobbed like a baby, tears popping from his eyes as he recounted the times he had failed to love. As he offered Holy Mass, tears streamed down his face like rivulets of rain on a window pane. Whenever one of his closest loved ones passed on, Pio wept for a week. 

You may like my book, Padre Pio and You, available at my friends Michael and Lisa's bookstore, as well as Sophia, my publisher and Amazon.