He had open wounds on his hands and feet for fifty years.
They sometimes bled, but they never became infected. He also had a wound in his side, that few people saw, which also bled. His religious services would often last hours; he didn’t just say the Mass, he lived it.
He was credited with performing miracles of healing, bilocation and levitation yet was persecuted by his own Church during his lifetime and even banned from saying Mass. Later they made him a saint.
His name was Padre Pio de Petrelcina.
He was one of the few people in history to display the stigmata – the wounds of Christ.
The term originates from a line at the end of Saint Paul’s letter to the Galatians: “I bear on my body the stigmata (marks) of Jesus.” Stigmata is the plural of the Greek word stigma, meaning a mark or brand such as once might have been used for identification of an animal or slave.
Stigmatics show all or some of the five so-called ‘holy wounds’ from the crucifixion; others display wounds to the forehead similar to those caused by the crown of thorns. These are not painless.
The suffering a stigmatic endures is extraordinary. Most wounds do not appear to clot, and stay uninfected, and the blood is said to have a pleasant, perfumed odor, known as the ‘Odour of Sanctity.’
Stigmatics usually receive these marks during an ‘ecstasy’ when they are overwhelmed with religious fervor.
The first recorded stigmatic was Saint Francis of Assisi, but most stigmatics through history have been women. The most notable include Santa Rita de Cascia in the fourteenth century, a member of an Augustinian order who displayed a partial stigmata on her forehead, corresponding to the Crown of Thorns.
She was canonized in 1900. Another stigmatic to have been made a saint was Catherine of Siena.
Catherine was a Dominican nun who lived long periods of time without food or water except for the wine and bread of the Mass.
She scourged herself three times a day with an iron chain and allowed herself only one-half hour of sleep every other day on a hard board. She also wore a hair shirt and an iron-spiked girdle.
She also claimed to have experienced a “mystical marriage” with Jesus, and had a vision where he placed a ring upon her finger and “espoused her to Himself.”
Many of her writings about this dream border on the erotic.
These days she might be labelled hysterical; but unlike most hysterics she kept her head. In fact, you can see it for yourself in the Basilica of San Domenico in Siena. (There it is, on the left.)
When she died in Rome in 1380 some locals brought it back to Tuscany in a bag and inserted in a gilt bust.
There have been two notable stigmatics in the twentieth century; Theresa Neumann, a Bavarian nun who even the Gestapo did not dare arrest; and Padre Pio.
He was born Francesco Forgione on 25 May, 1887. He was a sickly child and suffered variously during his life from asthma, abdominal pains, chronic gastritis, rhinitis, otitis and pulmonary tuberculosis. He also had a malignant tumor removed from his ear.
He believed that the love of God was inseparable from suffering, and if this was true, he certainly knew the love of God very well.
In 1918, during a religious ecstasy, he received the stigmata, and these wounds would stay with him for the next fifty years of his life.
“The pain was so intense that I began to feel as if I were dying on the cross,’ he said of them.
He became a controversial figure in the Church, who persecuted him during the nineteen twenties and early thirties. Even up to his death he remained a difficult figure for the Vatican.
Rome may have been ambivalent; but the rest of Italy adored him. His Requiem Mass was attended by over 100,000 people and he has now become one of the world’s most popular saints.
There are now more than 3,000 “Padre Pio Prayer Groups” worldwide, with three million members. More Italian Catholics now pray to Padre Pio than to any Church icon.
Not everyone believes it, of course. Some skeptics say that he used carbolic acid to produce the wounds and the odor of sanctity was actually eau de cologne.
Yet the skeptics stretch credulity as much as the stigmatics themselves. Is it possible that a man could stand to pour acid on his hands, feet and ribs for fifty years and that the resulting wounds would never become infected?
It is interesting that there are no recorded cases of the phenomenon before the thirteenth century when artistic depictions of the crucifixion in religious art first appeared.
Stigmatics all identify strongly with Christ and the crucifixion story.
In other words, stigmatics themselves create their wounds with the power of their own emotions.
I find this conclusion astonishing.
Could it be that rather than circus freaks or embodiments of divine intervention, stigmatics are the most dramatic examples we have of the extraordinary power of the human mind?
“Loved, loved, loved this novel. Riveting!”
– Historical Novel Review
1206: When Fabricia Berenger was struck by lightning in the main square of Toulouse, her troubles were only just beginning. Soon she develops mysterious wounds on her hands and feet – and some people credit her with the gift of healing. To keep her from the attentions of the Inquisition her family flee into the Languedoc and finally put her into a Convent in the mountains. But still crowds follow her there in search of healing.
And the world needs so much healing; Philip of Vercy needs healing for his four year old son. He has lost his beloved wife, should he now lose his only son as well? He hears rumours of a young girl called Fabricia Berenger who has extraordinary powers and he sets off to find her and bring her back. Can he find her in time?
But bringing her back is the least of his problems.
For he reaches the Languedoc in the middle of one of the Pope’s crusade against the Cathars of the south of France, and no one is safe. Can he find her – can he get out alive – can he save his son?
And what do the marks of the stigmata really mean?
“The story moves along at a cracking pace, the narrative fraught with action and tension at every turn. I found Philip and Fabricia sympathetic and believable characters, and I would highly recommend Stigmata as a powerful tale of religious heresy, crusades, loss and love.” – Historical Novel Society