The most beautiful stories...
While her body was being carried to the ground, the blessed man commanded his sister, in the name of Jesus Christ, to appear alive again. O wonder! at once the body moves, the head rises, the deceased is resurrected!
“There is no delay, Father! immediately, immediately! the pain breaks me, and I am dying…” And, indeed, she falls on the pavement of the church and dies in the midst of her sobs.
Peter Damian, having lost his father and mother at an early age, fell into the hands of one of his brothers, who treated him in the most inhuman manner…
Mother, these are all the tears you have shed for me in vain, the weight of which prevents me from moving forward.
It is certainly painful to have to suffer the punishment of one’s own faults; but it is even more painful to be punished for the faults of others.
Suddenly her guardian angel appeared to her, took her by the hand and led her in spirit to Purgatory.
After vain efforts, it came to her the thought to interest the souls of the purgatory in the salvation of this hardened moribund…
Immediately an extraordinary crash occurred around the frightened vicar; it seemed to him that the bones were coming out of the tombs of the cemetery…
“All the souls you have relieved will come by My command and bring you into heavenly Jerusalem in the midst of their songs.”
story1128-It is better to die with the certainty of going to Purgatory than to live in danger of sin
The amazement of the audience cannot be depicted; all remained nailed by terror in the spot where they were.
“Poor mother, she will always be unfortunate to have had you for a son!”
Shaken by what he heard, the good monk thought that the souls for whom he interceded might well have lent him this help at the time of peril.
“When I am gone, pray for my soul, do not forget the one who loved you so much.”
The stranger immediately drew his sword, ran at the unfortunate child, struck him, plunged his sword into his chest and threw him lifeless to the ground.
To facilitate the means of escape, the widow sent him money, and the very horse of her son, whom he had so cruelly murdered.
A long time later, one night, while he was sleeping, it seemed to him that he saw her in the churchyard, sad, dressed in black, asking for his compassion…
She added that she had come as an ambassador for the souls in purgatory, to beg the Saint to preach and extend the devotion of the Rosary, which brought them admirable relief every day.
Stunned, trembling, he had not dare to move, when he saw the spectre returning…
When evening came, he called his wife into a secluded study, locked the door, and, drawing a loaded pistol from his pocket, threatened to kill her instantly if she did not obey his every command.