Padre Pio Saw How Long One Day Feels in Purgatory

Have you ever thought about time? Not the kind you measure with clocks or calendars, but the kind you feel. The kind that stretches when you wait for news from the hospital. The kind that disappears when you hold someone you love. Time is not just minutes passing. It is experience. It is weight. And in the realm beyond this world, time becomes something else entirely. Something Padre Pio saw with his own eyes, something that made him tremble and weep and pray without ceasing.