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nox, here is something very interesting for you to read, from this site that we are on.
This woman was a Jewish convert.
Here is an excerpt from it:
One night I had a vivid dream. In it, Padre Pio came to me. We were seated in the pews of a beautiful church. Padre Pio was in the pew in front of me, sort of turned around to look at me. I was coming to him for confession. I don’t recall the actual words, but I poured out my heart. I confessed everything from all the thirty-some years of my life. It took a long time, and he was very patient.
When I was all done, Padre Pio sighed deeply. He was holding a rosary in his hands and fingering the beads. He looked at me intently and said, “So now what’s stopping you?” I understood him to mean, keeping me from becoming Catholic, as if I had uttered every excuse I could think of and none of them were acceptable. I thought for a while, then I sighed and answered, “It’s Steven. He’s not ready to convert yet.” Padre Pio said to me, “Let me take care of Steven.” The dream ended with Padre Pio reaching out his arm and placing his hand on my shoulder.
Remarkably, Steven told me the very next day that he wanted to try again, this time at a different parish. It was remarkable. Just like the dream predicted. Steven came to me. I didn’t feel like I had forced him. We both seemed ready. I hoped that this time, the time was right.
(Steven is her husband)
catholic.com/thisrock/2002/0202dr.asp
This woman was a Jewish convert.
Here is an excerpt from it:
One night I had a vivid dream. In it, Padre Pio came to me. We were seated in the pews of a beautiful church. Padre Pio was in the pew in front of me, sort of turned around to look at me. I was coming to him for confession. I don’t recall the actual words, but I poured out my heart. I confessed everything from all the thirty-some years of my life. It took a long time, and he was very patient.
When I was all done, Padre Pio sighed deeply. He was holding a rosary in his hands and fingering the beads. He looked at me intently and said, “So now what’s stopping you?” I understood him to mean, keeping me from becoming Catholic, as if I had uttered every excuse I could think of and none of them were acceptable. I thought for a while, then I sighed and answered, “It’s Steven. He’s not ready to convert yet.” Padre Pio said to me, “Let me take care of Steven.” The dream ended with Padre Pio reaching out his arm and placing his hand on my shoulder.
Remarkably, Steven told me the very next day that he wanted to try again, this time at a different parish. It was remarkable. Just like the dream predicted. Steven came to me. I didn’t feel like I had forced him. We both seemed ready. I hoped that this time, the time was right.
(Steven is her husband)
catholic.com/thisrock/2002/0202dr.asp