batman1973, lots of good resources, I’ll only add, that even when our sins are forgiven now, the temporal effects of those sins still remain. People who we’ve wronged, may still be experiencing or feeling the effects of our sins. That sort of thing. The same goes for our souls, sin has a temporal effect on our souls. Purgatory is where we are cleansed of these effects. From the CCC
1030 All who die in God’s grace and friendship, but still imperfectly purified, are indeed assured of their eternal salvation; but after death they undergo purification, so as to achieve the holiness necessary to enter the joy of heaven.
1031 The Church gives the name Purgatory to this final purification of the elect, which is entirely different from the punishment of the damned. The Church formulated her doctrine of faith on Purgatory especially at the Councils of Florence and Trent. The tradition of the Church, by reference to certain texts of Scripture, speaks of a cleansing fire:
As for certain lesser faults, we must believe that, before the Final Judgment, there is a purifying fire. He who is truth says that whoever utters blasphemy against the Holy Spirit will be pardoned neither in this age nor in the age to come. From this sentence we understand that certain offenses can be forgiven in this age, but certain others in the age to come.
1032 This teaching is also based on the practice of prayer for the dead, already mentioned in Sacred Scripture: “Therefore [Judas Maccabeus] made atonement for the dead, that they might be delivered from their sin.” From the beginning the Church has honored the memory of the dead and offered prayers in suffrage for them, above all the Eucharistic sacrifice, so that, thus purified, they may attain the beatific vision of God. The Church also commends almsgiving, indulgences, and works of penance undertaken on behalf of the dead:
Let us help and commemorate them. If Job’s sons were purified by their father’s sacrifice, why would we doubt that our offerings for the dead bring them some consolation? Let us not hesitate to help those who have died and to offer our prayers for them.
I also recommend reading the poem by Blessed John Henry Newman, “
The Dream Of Gerontius”
SEVENTH PHASE
ANGEL:
NOW let the golden prison open its gates,
Making sweet music, as each fold revolves
Upon its ready hinge. And ye great powers,
Angels of Purgatory, receive from me
My charge, a precious soul, until the day,
When, from all bond and forfeiture released,
I shall reclaim it for the courts of light.
SOULS IN PURGATORY:
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LORD, Thou hast been our refuge: in every generation;
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Before the hills were born, and the world was: from age to age thou art God.
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Bring us not, Lord, very low: for Thou hast said, Come back again, ye sons of Adam.
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A thousand years before Thine eyes are but as yesterday: and as a watch of the night which is come and gone.
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The grass springs up in the morning: at evening-tide it shrivels up and dies.
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So we fail in Thine anger: and in Thy wrath we are troubled.
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Thou hast set our sins in Thy sight: and our round of days in the light of Thy countenance.
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Come back, O Lord! how long: and be en*treated for Thy servants.
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In Thy morning we shall be filled with Thy mercy: we shall rejoice and be in pleasure all our days.
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We shall be glad according to the days ot our humiliation: and the years in which we have seen evil.
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Look, O Lord, upon Thy servants and on Thy work: and direct their children.
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And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and the work of our hands, establish Thou it.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son: and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen.
ANGEL:
SOFTLY and gently, dearly-ransomed soul,
In my most loving arms I now enfold thee,
And, o’er the penal waters, as they roll,
I poise thee, and I lower thee, and hold thee.
And carefully I dip thee in the lake,
And thou, without a sob or a resistance,
Dost through the flood thy rapid passage take,
Sinking deep, deeper, into the dim distance.
Angels, to whom the willing task is given,
Shall tend, and nurse, and lull thee, as thou liest;
And Masses on the earth and prayers in heaven,
Shall aid thee at the Throne of the most Highest.
Farewell, but not forever! Brother dear,
Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow;
Swiftly shall pass thy night of trial here,
And I will come and wake thee on the morrow.