Review-story by R.B. Alena about her life and God's miracles in it

We do not see and do not realize God’s care for us, just as a baby carried by a mother does not imagine that his whole life comes from his mother, for he himself is in her womb. It would never even occur to an unborn baby that over time he will be born into the world and see his own mother. So God bears us, He nurses us all our lives, like a mother nurses a capricious child, and He really expects that we, having matured spiritually during our earthly life, will move on to true life and see Him.

Sometimes the Lord manifests Himself obviously and clearly, and sometimes mysteriously and incomprehensible to the small mind of man. In both cases, a person still here on earth perceives God’s presence.

An obvious intervention is the well-known appeal to Christ of the persecutor Saul. The furious enemy of Christ, who approved of murder, set out to eradicate the barely nascent faith of Christ. Not content with a brutal cleansing within Judea, he headed to Damascus with letters of assurance that allowed Christians to be captured. Suddenly a light shone from heaven - for “God is Light” (1 John 1:5) - and a voice was heard: “Saul, Saul... I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting; it is difficult for you to go against the pricks” (Acts 9: 4–5). The direct intervention of God made Saul a sincere disciple of the Savior.

But an obvious miracle is not given to everyone. The Lord participates in our lives, weaving the thread of seemingly natural events in the most unpredictable way for us. Deacon Vadim, who is very close to me, while engaged in social service, somehow crossed paths with an elderly woman, Valentina Kronidovna. At that time she was 76 years old. She was a war veteran, had an order for the fact that after the bombing she saved some high-ranking person from under the rubble, about which there was a note in the newspaper from those long ago, where it was said that Stalin himself had awarded her.

Valentina was sick with something, Father Vadim invited her to confess and take communion, said that there was a church nearby, and tried to remind her: “You are a war veteran, there are no unbelievers in the trenches,” but Valentina Kronidovna laughed and decisively answered: “Young man, Don’t fool me, there is no God. I am a war veteran, I went through the war without any injuries, I survived... And what can you tell me about this? I need nothing". Valentina also added that she is surprised how people even go to receive communion, why they are not disgusted with eating “from one spoon.”

Ten years have passed. Father Vadim went with his priest friend to the military hospital in Izmailovo to give communion to the sick woman. In the ward, Father Vadim noticed a completely withered old woman and was amazed at her thinness. After the Sacrament, when they were already going down to the exit, quite by chance in the corridors of the hospital they met a relative of Valentina Kronidovna. She recognized Vadim's father and approached. It turned out that Valentina, who was already 86 years old, was in extremely poor condition in the hospital - in fact, she was that same withered old woman. It only took a few seconds to miss a relative, but God arranged the meeting in the right place at the right time. He returned them to the ward to return Valentina’s soul to the Heavenly Father. By some miracle, another particle of the Holy Mysteries remained in the monstrance.

By this time, the doctors no longer knew what to do: the once courageous woman, the hero of the country, Valentina experienced terrible fear, was afraid to be alone and to sleep with the lights off. But a more joyful change was also taking place in her soul; she told the clergy: “I’m afraid to die. My whole life has been wasted." Her relatives who were nearby began to object to her: how much have you achieved in your life and how much you have, including great-grandchildren. Valentina replied: “All this does not make me happy, and I regret that at one time I told one young man (she did not recognize Vadim’s father) that there is no God, that I can do without it. I would really like to have time to repent.” This is how she rethought that seemingly completely untenable meeting. The Lord arranged it so that Valentina was given one last chance, and Father Vadim, without expecting it and without recognizing her at first, ended up in her room.

The weather was cloudy, a thunderstorm was brewing... But Valentina suddenly said: “Open the window. I see the light"

The priest, who was with Deacon Vadim, accepted confession immediately. She confessed, as he recalled, from the very depths of her cleared heart, tears flowed from the eyes of the former communist, and her heart was cleansed of old sins. Valentine received the Holy Mysteries. And here something happened that one might not have paid attention to, it seemed like nothing special. The weather was cloudy, a thunderstorm was brewing, everything went dark. They wanted to curtain the window in the room, but Valentina suddenly said: “Open the window. I see the light." Her eyes were peaceful and joyful, it was as if she had seen something, and all the fears that had tormented her before disappeared, as if they had never existed. A person to whom the Light has been revealed becomes light himself.

Valentina Kronidovna also spoke about her life, about what she experienced and what she did, but at the same time she reaffirmed: “I regret the way I lived, I have nothing to remember. Now my greatest joy is that the priests came to me. And my heart has never felt such joy as it does now. If you have the opportunity, please come again tomorrow.” The doctors grumbled at the clergy: they say that you are disturbing the sick, all this takes too long, there is too much in your rank. But they still came and did it. And after that - not even five minutes had passed - Valentina looked at them peacefully and closed her eyes - her soul passed into another world.

This is how, by His inscrutable Providence, the Lord called the soul to Himself at the very last moment of its earthly life - through a completely random meeting of its relative with the clergy. This meeting made up for the previous meeting, godlessness disappeared, and faith reigned in the heart. A simple Soviet woman, Valentina Kronidovna, was honored, as far as the Lord allowed, to see the same Divine light that once shone upon the persecutor of Christians, Saul.

In the Gospel, in the parable of a seed thrown into the ground, it is said: “When the fruit is ripe, he immediately sends in the sickle, because the harvest has come” (Mark 4:29). The Lord takes the soul when it is ripe for eternity, when it has been given the opportunity to turn to Him, and in the case we have considered, the soul realized its very last chance.

What else can I say? Although God provides and participates in people's lives, he often does not interfere in our lives in a visible way so that people's free will can make voluntary choices. means that at every stage of our life the Lord puts us in conditions under which we could make a free choice in favor of goodness, truth, justice and through this ascend to Heavenly Father.

In fact, the Providence of God places each individual person in conditions in which his personal self-determination in relation to salvation will best manifest itself. This is what we really want: good or evil, eternal life or temporary blessings? In life, we are repeatedly given the opportunity to recognize our weaknesses, imperfections, sinfulness, and hence recognize the need for a Savior. However, accepting Him can be exclusively voluntary, and therefore not everyone turns to Him.

But we are accustomed to assessing the meaning of someone’s life from the perspective of eventfulness, personal achievements, and contribution to public well-being. And if we don’t see this, then it seems that a person’s life did not have any special meaning, as if it was devoid of God’s blessing. In fact, the life of any person is a gift from God, and life is meaningful not by the effect it has on others, but by its connection with God.

And it often seems to us that much of what happened was empty and unnecessary. If given the opportunity, I would take it and rewrite my life again. We perceive real life as a poorly written draft: I would correct it here and there, I would create such a correct, ideal version of my life path. Everything in life seems somehow wrong. But God leads us along this particular path. And He is next to us as we really are. He allows us the very mistakes, sorrows, and illnesses for some purpose that is not always clear to us.

In the saint’s diary there are amazing words: “We know that when He denies us our request, then fulfilling it would be to our harm; when He does not lead us along the path we have planned, He is right; when He punishes or corrects us, He does it with love. We know that He does everything for our highest good.”

In a mosaic, each pebble or piece of smalt by itself seems to mean little. And you might think: what’s so special about it, and what’s the point of this small, meaningless pebble? But it is precisely from such small pebbles that the mosaicist lays out a majestic image. Likewise, the small events of our life are the pebbles from which God lays out the mosaic of our life. But to understand the mosaic, you need to look at it without pressing your face to the canvas, but only looking at it from a distance.

Time passes, and after many, many years we suddenly realize that before it was as if we were protected by Someone. Someone saved us from false steps, saved us from hopeless situations, protected us from dangers. And if we were allowed to fall, it was only so that we would learn some important lesson from it. God's providence is understood from a distance. Only very far-sighted people, capable of deeply relating to life, and not focusing on the momentary, can immediately discern the Providence of God and predict God's ways. It’s unlikely that we are one of those people. Therefore, it is better to humbly accept what is given to us in life, remembering that all this is given from God.

From time to time, as a priest, I meet people who have experienced clinical death. One of them said that, having already found himself in that world, he saw his body from the outside, saw doctors trying to do something, then found himself somewhere else, and his whole life was scrolled before his eyes. He was shown that in everything that happened to him, there was absolutely nothing meaningless, even some everyday situations, even something that seemed to bring no benefit to life, some meetings - nothing was accidental, because In all this, the Providence of God was also manifested.

A priest I knew, Archpriest Victor, served in a simple rural church in the Yaroslavl diocese. He did not have personal transport and hitchhiked around. Usually, when he voted on the side of the road, he always got a ride. One day an empty foreign car flew past, so that Father Victor even regretted not getting into it. Then they took him into a car full of people, and after some time he saw a foreign car in a ditch. So the Lord clearly showed that he saved him from a comfortable car and that you need to thank God for what is given to you.

Without knowing why, Father Victor said: “Don’t have an abortion. If you have a boy, it will be such a consolation for you!”

And one day Father Victor got into the car in which the couple were traveling, he started talking with them, and it turned out what they were going to do. Without knowing why, Father Victor said: “Don’t do this. If you have a boy, it will be such a consolation for you!” Then Father Victor landed at his native village. He busied himself with his usual service and going to church services. Months passed. And then suddenly he started receiving packages with food and photographs. It turned out that the couple who gave him a lift obeyed, they actually had a boy and became an extraordinary joy and consolation for everyone. So the Lord saved the baby’s life, and saved his parents from the terrible sin of murder, by arranging a seemingly random meeting with the priest, who, without understanding how, predicted the birth of their son.

“Suddenly I began to feel God: in the car, in the hills themselves, in the stars... - everywhere.”

In conclusion, I would like to remember the famous elder -. One of his spiritual children, Athanasius Rakovalis, a writer from Thessaloniki, told what a miracle happened to him shortly before the death of the elder. Athanasius sometimes took St. Paisius from the Holy Mountain, and they went to the Greek village of Suroti. It took two to three hours by car. On the way they always communicated and discussed various issues. One day Athanasius asked the elder: “Father, what kind of God is He? Tell me something about God, what He is like?” Athanasius expected some kind of answer, that the elder would say: God is like this and like this. But instead, Elder Paisios bowed his head and began to pray. As Afanasy recalls, he prayed for a short time, less than one minute, but very deeply, and then... this is how Afanasy himself says: “Suddenly, unexpectedly, as if the sky had opened up, my soul was revealed. I was driving a car, the place was high - a serpentine road. Suddenly I began to feel God: in the car, in the hills themselves, in the stars, in the galaxy - everywhere I felt God. I used to feel worried about everything that was happening around us, in the world, about how and what would happen to us. At that moment I realized that it was all in God's hands. Nothing, not even a small leaf, moves without the will of God Himself.”

And this means that no matter where you find yourself, you belong everywhere, for the Lord God is everywhere, and He takes care of you like a father takes care of a child. This means that you need to talk not about enemies or the machinations of demons, not about the fact that someone is trying to spoil you and put the evil eye on you, but about the fact that the Lord is everywhere, He holds everything in His hands, and demons are without His permission they cannot even enter pigs.

A person goes through life's journey, gaining experience and various skills. Of course, this is his personal path, he makes it himself. However, God leads a person along this path, just as a parent leads a small child learning to walk along the path.

God wisely and mercifully cares and provides for the entire Universe and especially for His even disobedient creatures - people, trying to direct their lives for the good and eternal salvation of the soul.

Best stories about Miracles

There is an ancient cross in France with words about the Lord Jesus Christ engraved on it.

If there were no Miracles of God, then there would be no Orthodox Faith!

All over the world, at all times, MIRACLES have always happened, and are still happening today - amazing and inexplicable phenomena and events from the point of view of science. There are a lot of them, thanks to these miracles, many people on earth gained faith in Almighty God and became believers. History stores a large number of reliable facts of all kinds of amazing incidents and events - those that really happened on earth, and therefore people believe in God or not, but these miracles, as they happened before, they still happen in our time and help people find true faith in God.

Therefore, no matter how non-believing people say and claim that God does not exist and cannot exist, that all people who believe in God are ignorant and insane, let us still give space to existing real facts, that is, to such events that occurred on actually. And we will listen carefully to those people who themselves were participants and witnesses of these events...

The Lord wants to save every person, and for this good purpose, He performs many Miracles and Signs through the saints He has chosen. So that through these Miracles people learn about God, or at least remember Him and really think about their lives - are they living correctly? Why do they live in this world - what is the meaning of life?..

DEATH IS NOT THE END

A few testimonies from the professor

Andrey Vladimirovich Gnezdilov, a St. Petersburg psychiatrist, Doctor of Medical Sciences, professor of the Department of Psychiatry at the St. Petersburg Medical Academy of Postgraduate Education, scientific director of the gerontological department, honorary doctor of the University of Essex (Great Britain), chairman of the Association of Oncopsychologists of Russia, tells:

« Death is not the end or destruction of our personality. This is just a change in the state of our consciousness after the end of earthly existence. I worked in an oncology clinic for 10 years, and now I have been working in a hospice for over 20 years.

Over the years of communicating with seriously ill and dying people, I have many times had the opportunity to verify that human consciousness does not disappear after death. That our body is just a shell that the soul leaves at the moment of transition to another world. All this is proven by numerous stories of people who were in a state of such “spiritual” consciousness during clinical death. When people tell me about some of their secret experiences that deeply shook them, the extensive experience of a practicing physician allows me to confidently distinguish hallucinations from real events. Not only I, but also no one else can explain such phenomena from the point of view of science - science by no means covers all knowledge about the world. But there are facts that prove that besides our world there is Another World - a world that operates according to laws unknown to us and is beyond our understanding. In this world, into which we will all end up after death, time and space have completely different manifestations. I want to tell you a few cases from my practice that can dispel all doubts regarding its existence.”

I'll tell you one interesting and unusual story that happened to one of my patients. I would like to note that this story made a great impression on academician, head of the Institute of the Human Brain of the Russian Academy of Sciences Natalia Petrovna Bekhtereva when I retold it to her.

Once they asked me to look at a young woman named Julia. During a difficult operation, Yulia experienced clinical death, and I had to determine whether there were any consequences of this condition, whether memory and reflexes were normal, whether consciousness had been fully restored, etc. She was lying in the recovery room, and as soon as we started talking to her, she immediately began to apologize:

- Sorry that I cause so much trouble for the doctors.

- What kind of trouble?

- Well, those... during the operation... when I was in a state of clinical death.

“But you can’t know anything about this.” When you were in a state of clinical death, you could not see or hear anything. Absolutely no information - neither from the side of life nor from the side of death - could come to you, because your brain was turned off and your heart stopped...

- Yes, doctor, that’s all true. But what happened to me was so real... and I remember everything... I would tell you about it if you promise not to send me to a psychiatric hospital.

“You think and speak completely rationally.” Please tell us about what you experienced.

And this is what Julia told me then:

At first - after the administration of anesthesia - she did not realize anything, but then she felt some kind of push, and she was suddenly thrown out of her own body somehow.
then a rotational movement. With surprise, she saw herself lying on the operating table, saw the surgeons bending over the table, and heard someone shout: “Her heart stopped! Start it immediately!” And then Julia was terribly scared, because she realized that this was HER body and HER heart! For Yulia, cardiac arrest was tantamount to the fact that she had died, and as soon as she heard these terrible words, she was instantly overcome by anxiety for her loved ones left at home: her mother and little daughter. After all, she didn’t even warn them that she would be operated on! “How is it that I’m going to die now and not even say goodbye to them?!”

Her consciousness literally rushed towards her house and suddenly, strangely enough, she instantly found herself in her apartment! She sees her daughter Masha playing with a doll, her grandmother sitting next to her granddaughter and knitting something. There is a knock on the door and a neighbor enters the room and says: “This is for Mashenka. Your Yulenka has always been a role model for your daughter, so I sewed a polka dot dress for the girl so that she would look like her mother.” Masha rejoices, throws the doll and runs to her neighbor, but on the way she accidentally touches the tablecloth: an old cup falls from the table and breaks, a teaspoon lying next to it flies after it and ends up under the tangled carpet. Noise, ringing, turmoil, grandmother, clasping her hands, shouts: “Masha, how awkward you are! Masha gets upset - she feels sorry for the old and such a beautiful cup, and the neighbor hastily consoles them with the words that the dishes are beating for happiness... And then, completely forgetting about what happened earlier, the excited Yulia approaches her daughter, puts her hand on her head and says: “Masha, this is not the worst grief in the world.” The girl turns around in surprise, but as if not seeing her, she immediately turns back. Yulia doesn’t understand anything: this has never happened before, so that her daughter turns away from her when she wants to console her! The daughter was raised without a father and was very attached to her mother - she had never behaved like this before! This behavior of hers upset and puzzled Yulia; in complete confusion she began to think: “What's going on? Why did my daughter turn away from me?

And suddenly I remembered that when she turned to her daughter, she did not hear her voice! That when she reached out and stroked her daughter, she also did not feel any touch! Her thoughts begin to get confused: "Who am I? Can't they see me? Am I already dead? In confusion, she rushes to the mirror and does not see her reflection in it... This last circumstance crippled her, it seemed to her that she would simply go crazy from all this... But suddenly, among the chaos of all these thoughts and feelings, she remembers everything that happened to her before: “I had an operation!” She remembers how she saw her body from the side - lying on the operating table - she remembers the terrible words of the doctor about the stopped heart... These memories frighten Yulia even more, and immediately flashes through her confused mind: “At any cost, I must be in the operating room now, because if I don’t make it in time, the doctors will consider me dead!” She rushes out of the house, she thinks about what kind of transport she would like to take to get there as quickly as possible in order to be in time... and at the same moment she again finds herself in the operating room, and the surgeon’s voice reaches her: “The heart started working! We continue the operation, but quickly, so that it doesn’t stop again!” What follows is a lapse of memory, and then she wakes up in the recovery room.

And I went to Yulia’s house, conveyed her request and asked her mother: “Tell me, at this time - from ten to twelve o’clock - did a neighbor named Lydia Stepanovna come to you?” - “Are you familiar with her? Yes, I came." - “Did you bring a polka dot dress?” - “Yes, I did”... Everything came together down to the smallest details except for one thing: they didn’t find the spoon. Then I remembered the details of Yulia’s story and said: “And look under the carpet.” And indeed, the spoon was lying under the carpet...

So what is death?

We record the state of death, when the heart stops and the brain stops working, and at the same time, the death of consciousness - in the concept in which we have always imagined it - as such, simply does not exist. The soul is freed from its shell and clearly aware of the entire surrounding reality. There is already a lot of evidence for this, this is confirmed by numerous stories of patients who were in a state of clinical death and experienced a post-mortem experience at these moments. Communication with patients teaches us a lot, and also makes us wonder and think - after all, it is simply impossible to write off such extraordinary events as accidents and coincidences. These events dispel all doubts about the immortality of our souls.

HOLY JOASAPH OF BELGOROD

Then I studied at the St. Petersburg Theological Academy. I had a lot of knowledge, but no real faith. I went to the celebrations on the occasion of the discovery of the relics of St. Joasaph with reluctance and thought about the huge crowd of people thirsting for a miracle. What kind of miracles can there be in our time?

I arrived and something stirred inside: I saw such a thing that it was impossible to remain calm. The sick and crippled came from all over Russia - there was so much suffering and pain that it was hard to watch. And one more thing: the general expectation of something wonderful was involuntarily transmitted to me, despite my skeptical attitude towards what was to come.

Finally, the Emperor and his family arrived and a celebration was scheduled. At the celebrations I was already standing with deep emotion: I didn’t believe it and yet I was waiting for something. It is difficult for us now to imagine this sight: thousands and thousands of sick, crooked, demon-possessed, blind, crippled people lay and stood on both sides of the path along which the relics of the saint were to be carried. One crooked one especially attracted my attention: it was impossible to look at him without shuddering. All parts of the body have grown together - some kind of ball of meat and bones on the ground. I waited: what could happen to this man? What can help him?!

And so they carried out the coffin with the relics of Saint Joasaph. I have never seen anything like this and I am unlikely to see it again in my life - almost all the sick, standing and lying along the road, WERE HEALED: the blind began to see, the deaf began to HEAR, the dumb began to SPEAK, scream and jump for joy, the cripples - the sore limbs straightened.

With trepidation, horror and reverence I looked at everything that was happening - and did not let that crooked man out of sight. When the coffin with the relics caught up with him, he spread his arms - there was a terrible crunching of bones, as if something was tearing and breaking inside him, and he began to straighten up with effort - and STANDED to his feet! What a shock it was for me! I ran up to him in tears, then grabbed some journalist by the hand and asked him to write it down...

I returned to St. Petersburg a different person – a deeply religious person!

Miracle of healing from deafness from the Iveron Icon in Moscow

The newspaper “Modern Izvestia” published a letter from one person who was healed in Moscow in 1880 (newspaper No. 213 of this year). One music teacher, a German, a Protestant, but who did not believe in anything, lost his hearing, and at the same time his work and means of livelihood. Having lived everything he had acquired, he decided to commit suicide - to go and drown himself. It was July 23 of the said year. “Passing past the Iveron Gate,” he writes, “I saw a crowd of people gathered around the carriage in which the icon of the Mother of God was brought to the chapel. I suddenly had an uncontrollable desire to go up to the icon and pray with the people and venerate the icon, although we are Protestants and do not recognize the icon.

And so, having lived to the age of 37, I sincerely crossed myself for the first time and fell on my knees before the icon - and what happened? An undoubted, amazing Miracle happened: I, having heard almost nothing until that moment for a year and 3 months, who was considered by doctors to be completely and hopelessly DEAF, venerated the icon, at the same moment - I again RECEIVED the ability of HEARING, I received it to such an extent completely , that not only sharp sounds, but also quiet speaking and whispering BEGAN TO BE HEARD quite clearly.

And all this happened suddenly, instantly, painlessly... Immediately, before the image of the Mother of God, I swore an oath to sincerely confess to everyone what had happened to me.” This man later converted to Orthodoxy.

MIRACLE FROM THE HOLY FIRE

This incident was told by a nun living in the Russian Gornensky monastery near Jerusalem. She was transferred there from the Pukhtitsa Monastery. With trepidation and delight she set foot on the Holy Land...

This is the first Easter in the Holy Land. Almost within a day, she took a place closer to the entrance to the Holy Sepulchre, so that she could see everything clearly.

It was noon on Holy Saturday. All lights in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher are extinguished. Tens of thousands of people are looking forward to the Miracle. Reflections of light appeared from Edicule. The happy Patriarch took two bunches of lighted candles from the Edicule to convey the fire to the jubilant people.

Many look under the dome of the temple - there blue Lightning CROSSES it...

But our nun doesn’t see lightning. And the candlelight was ordinary, although she watched greedily, trying not to miss anything. Holy Saturday has passed. What feelings did the nun experience? There was disappointment, but then the realization of my unworthiness to see the Miracle came...

A year has passed. Holy Saturday has arrived again. Now the nun took the most humble place in the Temple. The cuvuklia is almost invisible. She lowered her eyes and decided not to raise them: “I am not worthy to see the Miracle.” Hours of waiting passed. Again a cry of jubilation shook the Temple. The nun did not raise her head.

Suddenly it was as if someone forced her to look. Her gaze fell on the corner of the Edicule, in which a special hole was made through which burning candles are transferred from the Edicule to the outside. So, a light, flickering cloud SEPARATED from this hole - and immediately a bunch of 33 candles in her hand LIGHTED up by itself.

Tears of joy began to boil in her eyes! What gratitude to God there was!

And this time she also saw blue lightning under the dome.

MIRACLE HELP OF JOHN OF KRONSTADT

A resident of the Moscow region, Vladimir Vasilyevich Kotov, suffered severe pain in his right hand. By the spring of 1992, the hand had almost stopped moving. Doctors made a presumptive diagnosis of severe arthritis of the right shoulder, but were unable to provide significant help. One day a book about the holy and righteous John of Kronstadt fell into the hands of a sick man; while reading it, he marveled at the miracles and wondrous healings of the sick from their illnesses that were described in this book, and he decided to go to St. Petersburg. On August 12, 1992, Vladimir Kotov confessed, took communion and served a prayer service to the holy righteous Father John of Kronstadt and anointed his hand and entire shoulder with blessed oil from the lamp from the saint’s tomb.

At the end of the service, he left the monastery and headed to the tram stop. Vladimir Vasilyevich hung his bag on his right shoulder and carefully placed his helpless hand on it, as he usually did lately. While walking, the bag began to fall off and he automatically adjusted it with his right hand, without feeling any pain. Stopping dead in his tracks, still not believing himself, he again began to move his sore arm. The hand turned out to be completely healthy.

The mother of one person had a heart problem, had a stroke and was paralyzed. She couldn’t even move, he was very worried about his mother, and as a believer, he prayed a lot for her, asking God to help his mother. And the Lord heard his prayers, he accidentally met one, already old, nun, the spiritual daughter of the holy righteous father John of Kronstadt, he told her about his misfortune and she consoled him. She gave him a mitten that the saint of God, Father John, had once worn, and said that this mitten has great power and helps sick people, you just need to put it on the sick person’s hand. I served a water-blessing prayer service to Father John of Kronstadt, dipped my mitten in holy water and, when I came home, sprinkled my mother with this water.

Then he put the mitten on his mother’s hand, and... immediately the fingers on the sore hand began to move. When the doctor came to the patient, she couldn’t believe her eyes - the former paralyzed woman was sitting calmly on a chair and was healthy. Having learned the story of the patient’s healing, the doctor asked for this mitten. But the point here is not the mitten... But the mercy of God.

NICHOLAY THE PLEASE HEALED A PARALYZED WOMAN

In Moscow, in the lower Cathedral of Christ the Savior, there is an amazing miraculous icon of St. Nicholas, donated to Russia by the state of Italy. This icon is unusual, it is made of mosaic, small multi-colored stones. Approaching the icon, I doubted the power and miraculousness of this icon, because I saw that the icon was not at all like ordinary handwritten icons and thought to myself: “Like, how can the Italians have something good, especially holy and miraculous?” , they are not Orthodox, and the icon itself is somehow incomprehensible and does not look like an icon”? A year later, the Lord dispelled all my doubts and showed that God, all His saints, all their icons and relics possess Divine miraculous power, which heals all the infirmities of people and helps the suffering in everything, all who turn with faith to the holy saints of God.

Here's how it happened. About a year after this incident, one of my relatives told the following incident. She had an adult son, who lived with his wife in a family hostel, where they had their own room. His mother often visited him, and that day she came to visit him as usual, but her son was not at home. She decided to wait on watch for her son to return, and got into a conversation with the woman watchman, and she told her the following story. Her mother has three children, two sons and a daughter, that is, herself. They had a misfortune, first the father dies, and then the youngest son dies after him and the mother could not stand such a great loss, she was paralyzed, and besides this, she fell into an unconscious state. They didn’t take her to the hospital because they considered her hopelessly ill and said she wouldn’t live long. The daughter took her mother in and looked after her for more than two years. Of course, everyone in her house was very tired from such a heavy load, but the daughter continued to care for her paralyzed and insane mother.

And then they just brought this icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker from Italy, and she decided to go. When she approached the icon, she thought about many things to ask “Nikolushka,” but when she approached the icon, she forgot about everything and only asked Saint Nicholas to help her mother, venerated the icon and went home.

Approaching the house, she suddenly saw her sick, paralyzed mother walking towards her, on her own feet, approaching her and, well, being indignant: “What is it, daughter, you made such a mess in the room, there is so much dirt, it stinks, some rags are hanging everywhere.” It turns out the mother came to her senses, got out of bed, seeing that the room was a mess, got dressed and went to meet her daughter to scold her. And the daughter shed tears of joy for her mother and a great feeling of gratitude to “Nikolushka” and to God for the miraculous healing of her mother. For a long time, the mother could not believe that she had been unconscious and paralyzed for two years.

SAVED FRATE SERAPHIM

This happened in the winter of 1959. My one-year-old son is seriously ill. The diagnosis is bilateral pneumonia. Since his condition was very serious, he was admitted to the intensive care unit. I was not allowed to see him. There was clinical death twice, but the doctors saved me. I was in despair, ran from the hospital to the Elokhovsky Epiphany Cathedral, prayed, cried, shouted: "God! Save your son! And once again I come to the hospital, and the doctor says: “There is no hope of salvation, the child will die tonight.” I went to church, prayed, cried. I came home, cried, then fell asleep. I see a dream. I enter the apartment, the door of one of the rooms is slightly open, and a blue light comes from there. I enter this room and freeze. Two walls of the room are hung from floor to ceiling with icons, a lamp is burning next to each icon, and an old man is kneeling in front of the icons with his hands raised up and praying. I stand and don’t know what to do.

Then he turns to me, and I recognize him as Seraphim of Sarov. “What are you, a Servant of God?” — he asks me. I rush to him: “Father Seraphim! My child is dying!” He told me: "Let's pray." He kneels down and prays. I stand behind and also pray. Then he stands up and says: "Bring him here." I bring him the child. He looks at him for a long time, then with a brush, which is used for anointing with oil, he anoints his forehead, chest, shoulders in a cross shape and says to me: "Don't cry, he will live."

Then I woke up and looked at the clock. It was five o'clock in the morning. I quickly got dressed and went to the hospital. I'm coming in. The charge nurse picked up the phone and said: "She came". I stand, neither alive nor dead. The doctor comes in, looks at me and says: “They say miracles don’t happen, but today a miracle happened. Around five in the morning the child stopped breathing. No matter what they did, nothing helped. Just about to leave, I looked at the boy - and he took a deep breath. I couldn't believe my eyes. I listened to the lungs - almost clear, only slight wheezing. Now he will live." My son came to life at the moment when Father Seraphim anointed him with his brush. Glory to You, Lord, and the great Saint Seraphim!

IT CAN NOT BE

I work at Moscow airport. Once at work I read in the book of Hieromonk Tryphon “ Late miracles"about how Saint Seraphim of Sarov appeared to people. I thought to myself: “This simply cannot happen. These are all just common inventions.”

After a while I go to the plane and see Father Seraphim quietly walking towards me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, although I recognized him immediately, exactly the same as in the icon. We caught up. He stopped, smiled kindly at me and said, without opening his mouth: “You see, it turns out that this can happen!” And he moved on. I was so amazed that I didn’t answer anything, didn’t ask him anything, I just watched him until he disappeared from sight. Valentina, Moscow.

HOW TO QUIT SMOKING

I live in Italy, in Rome, I go to the Orthodox Church. I saw your book in the library of this church “ Late miracles", dear Father Tryphon. Low bow to you for your work. I read it with great pleasure. Here, abroad, there is little spiritual literature, and each such book is of great value. I am writing to you about what happened to me. Maybe someone will benefit from knowing about this.

Once, in one book, I read a short story of a man who smoked a lot, as they say, one cigarette after another. One day, while traveling on an airplane, he was reading the Bible. There were no other books. Having reached his destination, he was surprised to discover that during the entire four hours of the flight he had never lit a cigarette and did not even want to smoke! This story stuck in my heart because I myself had been smoking for a long time, but I consoled myself by smoking no more than three to five cigarettes a day. Sometimes I didn’t smoke for several days to prove to myself that I could quit at any time. What self-delusion for all smokers! As a result, I eventually started smoking a pack a day. I was scared to think what would happen to me next. After all, I also suffer from bronchial asthma, and smoking for me, especially in such quantities, was simply suicide.

So, after reading this story, I decided to try to quit smoking by reading the Bible. Moreover, I was absolutely sure that the Lord would help me. I read it avidly all my free time. And at work I had one desire - to quickly work for the book. 1,306 large format pages of small print were read in three months.

During these three months, I STOP smoking. At first I forgot that I hadn’t smoked in the morning. Then one day the smell of smoke seemed disgusting, which was very surprising. Then I noticed that I was literally forcing myself to smoke out of habit: I still didn’t understand what was going on. And finally, I thought: “If I don’t want to smoke, then I won’t buy a new pack for tomorrow.” A day later I came to my senses - I didn’t smoke! And only then I realized that a real miracle had happened! God bless!

WHEN CHILDREN ARE SICK, YOU SHOULD TRUST IN GOD’S HELP

I got married early. I had faith in God, but work, household chores, and everyday bustle pushed faith into the background. I lived without turning to God in prayer, without fasting. It’s easier to say: I have grown cold towards faith. It never even occurred to me that the Lord would hear my prayer if I turned to Him.

We lived in Sterlitamak. In January, the youngest child, a five-year-old boy, fell ill. A doctor was invited. He examined the child and said that he had acute diphtheria and prescribed treatment. They waited for relief, but it did not come. The child became weak. He no longer recognized anyone. I couldn't take medicine. A terrible wheezing escaped from his chest, which was heard throughout the apartment. Two doctors arrived. They looked sadly at the patient and talked worriedly among themselves. It was clear that the child would not survive the night. I didn’t think about anything, I mechanically did everything necessary for the patient. The husband did not leave the bed, afraid to miss his last breath. Everything in the house was silent, only a terrible whistling wheeze could be heard.

They rang the bell for Vespers. Almost unconsciously, I got dressed and said to my husband:

“I’ll go and ask you to serve a prayer service for his recovery.” -Can't you see that he is dying?

- Don't go: it will end without you.

“No,” I say, “I’ll go: the church is close.”

I enter the church. Father Stefan comes towards me.

“Father,” I tell him, “my son is dying of diphtheria.” If you are not afraid, serve a prayer service with us.

“We are obliged to give words of encouragement to the dying everywhere.” I'll come to you now.

I returned home. The wheezing continued to be heard throughout all the rooms. The face turned completely blue, the eyes rolled up. I touched my legs: they were completely cold. My heart sank painfully. I don’t remember if I cried. I cried so much during these terrible days that it seems that I cried out all my tears. She lit the lamp and prepared the necessary things.

Father Stefan arrived and began serving a prayer service. I carefully picked up the child, along with the feather bed and pillow, and carried him into the hall. It was too hard for me to hold it standing, so I sank into a chair.

The prayer service continued. Father Stefan opened the Gospel. I hardly got up from the chair. And a miracle happened. My boy raised his head and listened to God's word. Father Stefan finished reading. I kissed myself; The boy also kissed. He put his little arm around my neck and finished the prayer service. I was afraid to breathe. Father Stefan raised the Holy Cross, blessed the child with it, gave him to venerate and said: “Get well!”

I put the boy to bed and went to see the priest off. When Father Stefan left, I hurried to the bedroom, surprised that I did not hear the usual wheezing, tearing my soul. The boy was sleeping quietly. The breathing was even and calm. With tenderness, I knelt down, thanking the Merciful God, and then I myself fell asleep on the floor: my strength left me.

The next morning, as soon as they struck for matins, my boy stood up and said in a clear, sonorous voice:

- Mom, why am I still lying there? I'm tired of lying!

Is it possible to describe how joyfully my heart beat. Now the milk was warmed up, and the boy drank it with pleasure. At 9 o'clock our doctor quietly entered the hall, looked into the front corner and, not seeing a table with a cold corpse there, called out to me. I responded in a cheerful voice:

- I'm going now. - Is it really better? - the doctor asked in surprise.

“Yes,” I answered, greeting him. - The Lord showed us a miracle.

- Yes, only by a miracle could your child be healed.

A few days later, Father Stefan served a thanksgiving prayer service with us. My boy, completely healthy, prayed earnestly. At the end of the prayer service, Father Stefan said: “You need to describe this incident.”

I sincerely wish that at least one mother who reads these lines will not fall into despair in the hour of sorrow, but will KEEP faith in the great Mercy and love of God, in the goodness of the unknown paths along which God’s Providence leads us.

ABOUT THE IMPORTANCE OF PROSKOMIDIA

One very great scientist, a physician, became seriously ill. The invited doctors, his friends, found the patient in such a condition that there was very little hope for recovery.

The professor lived only with his sister, an old woman. He was not only a complete non-believer, but he had little interest in religious issues; he did not go to church, although he lived not far from the temple.

After such a medical verdict, his sister was very sad, not knowing how to help her brother. And then I remembered that there was a church nearby where I could go and submit a proskomedia for my seriously ill brother.

Early in the morning, without saying a word to her brother, the sister gathered for early mass, told the priest about her grief and asked him to take out the particle and pray for her brother’s health.

And at the same time, her brother had a vision: as if the wall of his room seemed to disappear and the inside of the temple, the altar, was revealed. He saw his sister talking about something with the priest. The priest approached the altar, took out a particle, and this particle fell onto the paten with a ringing sound. And at the same moment the patient felt that some kind of Power ENTERED his body. He immediately got out of bed, something he had not been able to do for a long time.

At this time the sister returned, her surprise knew no bounds.

- Where have you been? - exclaimed the former patient. “I saw everything, I saw how you spoke to the priest in church, how he took out a particle for me.”

And then both thanked the Lord with tears for the miraculous healing.

The professor lived for a long time after this, never forgetting the mercy of God that was towards him, a sinner. I went to church, confessed, took communion, and began to observe all the fasts.

They say that God's miracles cannot be hidden. So I decided to tell you how the Mother of God saved me from destruction. This happened many years ago.

FAITH IN GOD SAVED ME

I used to live in a village, and when there was no work, I moved to the city and they bought me half of the house. After some time, new neighbors moved into the second half of the house. Then we were told that our houses would be demolished. The neighbors began to offend me. They wanted to get a bigger apartment and told me: “ Leave here for the village" At night they broke my windows. And I began to pray every morning and evening, “ Alive in Help“I’ve learned it, I’ll cross all the walls and only then I’ll go to bed. On weekends I prayed in church.

One day my neighbors offended me very much. I cried, prayed, and during the day I lay down to rest and fell asleep. Suddenly I wake up and look - there is no grill on the window. I thought that the neighbors had broken the bars - they were intimidating me all the time, and I was very afraid of them. And then in the window I see a Woman - so beautiful, and in Her hands is a bouquet of red roses, and there is dew on the roses. She looked at me so kindly, and my soul felt calm. I realized that it was the Most Holy Theotokos, that She would save me. From then on, I began to trust in the Mother of God and was no longer afraid of anything.

One day I come home from work. The neighbors had been drinking for about a week then. I just had time to go home, I wanted to lie down, but something told me: I need to go out into the hallway. I realized later that it was the Guardian Angel who told me. I went out into the hallway, and there was already a fire there. She ran out and only managed to cross her house. And I really asked St. Nicholas the Wonderworker to save my house so that I wouldn’t be left on the street. The firefighters quickly arrived and flooded everything, my house survived. And the neighbors died in the fire. Faith in God saved me.

HOW I SAVED MY SON’S LIFE BY HOLY BAPTISM

When my son was three months old, he fell ill with bilateral staphylococcal bronchopneumonia. We were urgently hospitalized. He was getting worse and worse. A few days later, the head of the department transferred us to a solitary ward and said that my little one did not have long to live. My grief knew no bounds. I called my mom: “A child dies unbaptized, what should I do?” Mom immediately went to the temple to see the priest. He gave mother Epiphany water and said what prayer should be read during Baptism. He said that in emergency cases, when a person is dying, a layman can perform Baptism. Mom brought me Epiphany water and texts of prayers.

Father said that if there is a danger of a child’s death and there is no way to invite a priest to him, then let his mother, father, relatives, friends, and neighbors be baptized. While reading the prayers “Our Father,” “Heavenly King,” “Rejoice to the Virgin Mary,” pour a little holy water or Epiphany water into a vessel with water, cross the child and dip three times with the words: “The servant of God is baptized(here you need to say the child’s name) in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen". If the child survives, the baptism will then be completed by a priest.

The room had glass doors, and nurses were constantly scurrying along the corridor. Suddenly at three o'clock their meeting began. Our nurse assigned me to monitor my son's condition while she attended the meeting. And I calmly, without interference, baptized my son. Immediately after Baptism, the child came to his senses.

After the meeting, a doctor came in and was terribly surprised: “ What happened to him? I answered: “God helped!” A few days later we left the hospital, and soon I brought my son to church, and the priest completed Holy Baptism.

EVERYONE WILL RECEIVE ACCORDING TO THEIR DEEDS

One man bought a house in the village. In this village there was a chapel that burned down, and this man decided to build a new one. He bought timber and boards, but, to his surprise, none of the residents of this village wanted to help him. It was spring, vegetable gardens, sowing, planting - everyone had their hands full. I had to build it myself, after planting my own garden. There was so much work on construction that we had to forget about weeding and watering the plantings. By autumn the chapel was almost ready. Guests arrived - colleagues with children. The guests had to be fed, and then the builder only remembered about his garden. I sent summer residents there - what if something grew? The garden greeted them with a wall of overgrown weeds. "Impenetrable taiga"- the guests joked.

But, to everyone’s surprise, along with the weeds, the plantings also GROWED, and of enormous size. The fruits of the plants turned out to be just as huge. Residents came from all over the village to see this miracle.

So the Lord rewarded this man for his good deed. And in the village, all the villagers had a bad harvest that year, even though they watered and weeded their gardens...

Everyone will receive according to their business!

WE NEVER TELL THE TRUTH

One woman I know, no longer young, became addicted to talking with “Voices.” The “voices” conveyed to her various information about all her relatives, and at the same time about other planets. Some of what they reported was false or did not come true. But my friend did not consider this convincing enough and continued to believe them. As time went. She began to feel unwell. Apparently, doubts crept into her soul. One day she asked them directly: “Why do you often tell lies?” " We never tell the truth» , - answered “Voices” and began to laugh at her. My friend felt terrified. She immediately went to church, confessed and never did it again.

WHAT CAN I TELL YOU WHEN YOU CALL ON GOD?

Nun Ksenia told the following about her nephew. Her nephew is a young man of 25 years old, an athlete, a bear hunter, a karateka, who recently graduated from one of the Moscow institutes - in general, a modern young man. At one time he became interested in Eastern religions, then began to communicate with “voices from space.” No matter how Mother Ksenia and her sister, the young man’s mother, dissuaded him from these activities, he stood his ground. For some reason he was not baptized as a child and did not want to be baptized. Finally - this was in 1990 - 1991 - “Voices” made an appointment for him at one of the ring metro stations. At 18.00 he was supposed to board the third carriage of the train. Of course, his family tried to dissuade him, but he went. Exactly at 18.00 he got into the third carriage and immediately saw the man he needed. He understood this by some extraordinary power emanating from him, although outwardly the man looked ordinary.

The young man sat down opposite the stranger, and suddenly he was overcome with horror. Then he said that even on a hunt, alone with a bear, he had never experienced such fear. The stranger looked at him silently. The train was already making its third circle around the ring when the young man remembered that in danger he must say: “Lord, have mercy,” and began to repeat this prayer to himself. Finally he got up, approached the stranger and asked him: “Why did you call me?” “What can I tell you when you call on God?”- he answered. At this time the train stopped, and the guy jumped out of the car. The next day he was baptized.

REPENTANCE OF AN ATHIOR

“I had a close friend who got married. In the first year, her son Vladimir was born. From birth, the boy struck me with an unusually meek character. In the second year, her son Boris was born, who also surprised everyone, on the contrary, with his extremely restless character. Vladimir passed all classes as the first student. After graduating from university, he entered the theological academy and was ordained a priest in 1917. Vladimir embarked on the path to which he aspired and was chosen by God from birth. From the very beginning he began to enjoy the respect and love of the parish. In 1924, he and his parents were exiled to Tver without the right to leave the city. They had to be constantly under the supervision of the GPU. In 1930, Vladimir was arrested and executed.

Another brother, Boris, joined the Komsomol, and then, to the sadness of his parents, became a member of the Union of Atheists. During his lifetime, Father Vladimir tried to bring him back to God, but he could not. In 1928, Boris became chairman of the Union of Atheists and married a Komsomol girl. In 1935, I came to Moscow for several days, where I accidentally met Boris. He joyfully rushed to me with the words: “The Lord, through the prayers of my brother, father Vladimir in heaven, brought me back to Himself.” This is what he told me: “When we got married, my bride’s mother blessed her with the image of the “Savior Not Made by Hands” and said: “Just give me your word that you will not abandon His image; Even if you don’t need him now, just don’t leave him.” He, who was really unnecessary to us, was demolished in the barn. A year later we had a boy. We were both happy. But the child was born sick, with tuberculosis of the spinal cord. We spared no expense on doctors. They said that the boy could only live until he was six years old. The child is already five years old. My health is getting worse. We have heard a rumor that a famous professor of childhood diseases is in exile. The child is feeling very bad, and I decided to go and invite the professor to come to us.

When I ran to the station, the train left before my eyes. What was to be done? Stay and wait, and my wife is there alone and suddenly the child dies without me? I thought and turned back. I arrive and find the following: the mother, sobbing, is kneeling by the crib, hugging the boy’s already cold legs...

The local paramedic said these were the last minutes. I sat down at the table opposite the window and surrendered to despair. And suddenly I see, as if in reality, that the doors of our barn open and my dear late brother Father Vladimir comes out. He holds in his hands our image of the Savior. I was stunned: I saw him walking, his long hair fluttering, I heard him open the door, I heard his steps. I was as cold as marble. He enters the room, approaches me, silently, as it were, hands the Image into my hands and, like a vision, disappears.

Seeing all this, I rushed into the barn, found the image of the Savior and put it on the child. In the morning the child was completely HEALTHY. The doctors who treated him just shrugged. There are NO traces of tuberculosis. And then I realized that there is God, I understood my brother’s prayers.

I announced my withdrawal from the Union of Atheists and did not hide the miracle that happened to me. Everywhere and everywhere I proclaimed the miracle that happened to me and called for faith in God. They baptized their son, giving him the name George.” I said goodbye to Boris and never saw him again. When I came to Moscow again in 1937, I learned that after my son’s baptism, he, his wife and child, left for the Caucasus. Boris spoke openly everywhere about his error and salvation. A year later, being completely healthy, he died unexpectedly. Doctors did not determine the cause of death: the Bolsheviks removed him so that he would not talk too much and stir up the people...”

Saint Alexander of Svirsky suggested

It often happens to us that we make mistakes, and we know that we are doing wrong, but we continue to make them, without even realizing their significance. And then they come to help from above. Either you recognize something in a book, or someone tells you, or you meet the right person, but God’s providence is in everything.

I used to think that the form of clothing for an Orthodox woman does not matter much: whether I went in trousers or a miniskirt today, it doesn’t matter, the main thing is to come to church as it should be, and in the world as I want. And somehow I had a dream, I entered the church, there was an icon to my left, I approached it, and Alexander Svirsky came out of the icon to meet me. He tells me: “Put on your body simple women’s clothing and wear it as it should be, and pray to Saint Zosima.”

Subsequently, the priest explained to me the importance of the words spoken to me by Reverend Alexander. Pants on a woman, a short skirt and other tight clothes cause temptation. And so, imagine, you entered the subway in similar clothes, and how many men looked at you and even sinned in their thoughts - for so many people you will be the cause of their sin. After all, it is said: “Do not tempt!”

Healing from blindness

When the water is blessed, a wonderful prayer is said, in which HEALING POWER is asked for those who use this water. Consecrated objects contain spiritual properties that are not inherent in ordinary matter. The manifestation of these properties is like miracles and testifies to the connection of the human spirit with God. Therefore, any information about the facts of the manifestation of these properties is very useful to people, especially during times of temptation and doubt in faith, that is, in the spiritual connection of a person with God. This is especially important nowadays, when there is a widespread misconception that such a connection does not exist and that it has been proven by science. However, science operates with facts, and denying facts simply because they do not fit into a given scheme is not a scientific method.

To the numerous manifestations of the special healing properties of consecrated water, we can add one more completely reliable case that took place at the end of the winter of 1960/61.

The elderly retired teacher A.I. was sick with her eyes. She was treated at an eye clinic, but, despite the efforts of doctors, she became completely blind. She was a believer. When trouble happened, she prayed for several days and applied cotton wool moistened with Epiphany water to her eyes. To the surprise of the doctors, one truly beautiful morning, she began to see well again.

It is known that in patients with glaucoma such dramatic improvements are impossible with conventional treatment, and relief from A.I. from blindness - this is one of the manifestations of the miraculous healing properties of Holy water.

Unfortunately, not all miracles are recorded, even fewer end up in print, and we simply don’t know about many of them. The miracle that I spoke about will obviously be known only to a narrow circle of people, but we, who by the grace of God were honored to be among them, will give thanks and glory to God.

THE POWER OF FAITH IN GOD

One woman told a story about her father Romashchenko Ivan Safonovich, born in 1907, about how at the end of 1943, on the false denunciation of a traitor who collaborated with the Nazis, he ended up in a camp for 10 years. And how many difficult trials he had to endure there. In addition, he was seriously ill with tuberculosis, which is why he was not taken to the front in 1941.

Even while there, in incredibly difficult conditions, her father continued to be a true Orthodox Christian. He prayed, tried to live according to the Commandments, and even...keep fasts! Although it was hard, exhausting work, and the food was only gruel, he still LIMITED himself in food on fasting days. My father kept a calendar, knew and remembered the days of the great church holidays, and calculated the day of the main bright holiday of Easter. He told his cellmates a lot of interesting things about the saints, sacred history, and knew by heart many prayers, psalms and passages of Holy Scripture. My father especially honored the main Orthodox holidays, and first of all, Easter.

One day he refused to go to work on this bright holiday, for which, by order of the camp leadership, as disobedient, he was immediately taken to the so-called “Knee Bag”. This structure really resembled a narrow bag, but made of stone. A person could only stand in it. Those who were guilty were left there for a DAY without outerwear or hats. In addition, a bright lamp was burning, and cold water was constantly dripping onto the crown of the head. And if we take into account that in the North during this period of the year the temperature is minus 30-35 degrees below zero, then the outcome for the father was known in advance - death. Moreover, from numerous experiences, everyone knew that a person in this “Stone Bag” could survive no more than a day, during which he gradually FROZEN and died.

And so my father was locked up in this terrible, deadly building. Moreover, having learned that Easter had arrived, the camp authorities and guards began to celebrate it. The prisoner locked in the “Knee Bag” was remembered only at the end of the third day.

When the sentry sentry came to pick up his body to bury him, he was dumbfounded. The father stood - Alive and looked at him, although he was completely COVERED in ice. The sentry got scared and ran away to report to his superiors. Everyone came running there to see the Miracle.

When they took him from the “Sack” and placed him in the infirmary, they began to ask how he was able to SURVIVE, because everyone before him DIED within 24 hours, he answered that he did not sleep for all three days, but constantly PRAYED to God. At first it was terribly COLD, but by the end of the first day it became warmer, then even warmer, and on the third day it was already HOT. He said that the heat came from somewhere FROM INSIDE, although there was ice outside. This event had such an effect on everyone that the father was left alone. The head of the camp canceled work on Easter, and even allowed my father not to work on other church holidays for his great Faith.

But then the camp authorities changed. The former head of the camp was replaced by a new one, just an animal, not a man. Cruel, heartless, not recognizing God. Holy Easter has come again. And although there was no work planned that day, at the last moment he ordered everyone to be sent to work. Father again refused to go to work on this bright holiday. But his cellmates persuaded him to go to the work site, otherwise, they say, this beast without a soul and heart will simply torture you.

My father came to the work site, but refused to work in the forest clearing. Reported to the boss. He ordered to immediately set dogs on him, specially trained to catch up and tear apart a person. The guards released the dogs. And so, more than a dozen large dogs rushed at the father with an angry bark. Death was inevitable. All prisoners and guards froze, waiting for the end of the terrible bloody tragedy.

The father, having bowed and crossed himself to the four cardinal directions, began to pray. It was only later that he said that he read mainly the 90th Psalm (“Alive in Help”). So, the dogs RUSHED in his direction, but before they reached him 2-3 meters, they suddenly seemed to FALL INTO some kind of Invisible BARRIER. They jumped furiously around their father and barked, at first angrily, then quieter and quieter, and finally began to roll around in the snow, and then all the dogs fell asleep together. Everyone was simply dumbfounded by this obvious Miracle of God!

So once again this man’s enormous Faith in God was SHOWED to everyone, and God’s POWER was also demonstrated! AND “How close the Lord our God is to us, whenever we call on Him.”(Deut. 4, 7). He did not allow the death of His faithful servant, who loved Him.

My father returned home to his family in Mikhailovsk in December 1952, where he lived for almost 10 more years.

We continue to introduce readers of the Pravoslavie.ru website to the work of Archimandrite Ioannikis, who, in the form of short stories, told about the Athonite ascetics of modern times (although some stories introduce the tradition of the Holy Mountain dwellers of ancient times). In this chapter, the author has collected stories about cases of miraculous help from God and His saints, revealed on Mount Athos.

The man who founded the Dochiar monastery was Saint Euthymius, a companion of our holy father Athanasius of Athos. He also built a church in the name of St. Nicholas and labored very hard for the Lord.

The second builder of the monastery was Saint Neophytos, nephew of Saint Euthymius. He was the son of a nobleman at the court of Emperor Nikephoros Phocas and served as the first adviser to Emperor John Tzimisces. His renunciation of the honors and glory of this world was truly admirable.

The Monk Theophan of Dokhiarsky was awarded the title of wonderworker. He turned salty sea water into fresh water, and stormy seas into calm ones. He built a monastery near the city of Veria, dedicated to angels, and after his death many miracles took place there.

Our glorious Mother of God and Protector, the Lady Theotokos, has repeatedly demonstrated Her maternal care for Her beloved children - the Athonite monks. There is a huge amount of evidence of Her guardianship. One day, when pirates were preparing a secret attack on the monastery, the pious abbot of Vatopedi heard the voice of the Most Holy Theotokos coming from the icon. She told him not to open the gates, but to sound the alarm and order the monks to climb the fortress walls to repel the enemy.

In the same monastery lived the venerable hierodeacon, who hid the icon of the Mother of God, called “Vimatarissa,” in the monastery well. She was discovered only many years after the capture of the monastery by barbarians standing vertically in the water with a candle lit in front of her.

Gennady, the cellarer of Vatopedi, lived a holy life in accordance with the will of God and was honored to witness a miracle from the Most Holy Theotokos: he saw how the empty vessel itself was filled with so much oil that it poured over the edge and under the door into the pantry.

They say that in the Iveron Monastery there lived a monk born blind, whose name was Anfim. Having heard about the miracles of the icon of our Lady Theotokos “Portaitissa”, produced by her all over the world, he began to pray to her for a cure for blindness and began to reverence the icon “Portaitissa” so much that he asked the icon painter to paint it for him. Having agreed, the icon painter began to prepare. But every time he tried to get down to business, his hand seemed to be seized with cold.

A few days later, Father Anfim, deciding that the icon was already ready, went to the icon painter, and he told him that every time he began to paint, his hands became so numb that he could not work. When Father Anfim heard this, he knelt down and earnestly began to beg the Mother of God so that his brother would paint Her holy icon.

The Mother of God did not ignore his prayer. The icon appeared on the board itself, without the intervention of the icon painter, and Anthimus’s eyes opened, so that he could see the faces of the Most Pure One and our Lord Jesus Christ. This event became known to everyone. Father Anfim saw the icon with his own eyes, enjoying his vision immensely; then his eyes clouded over again, and he became the same as before.

Two elderly ascetics, John and Theodosius, lived in the Kerasya monastery. They were assigned an obedience - to carve wooden spoons. In a short time they made so many of them that they were able to fill two bags with them, and then, by the Providence of the All-Tsarina, a merchant from Romania arrived and bought them all.

On St. George's Day, the cell of St. George in Karuli celebrates its patronal feast day. This story happened during such a holiday somewhere between 1930 and 1935. Approximately 20-25 Russian and Greek devotees gathered for the vigil, but they did not have fish for the holiday.

Father Zosima, a very pious and simple monk who loved people and was the most merciful among all the Russian ascetics of Athos, invited them to fish in the place where they were, since their house was located on the edge of a cliff above the sea. “But how can we catch fish without a hook or bait?” - others answered.

“Here is a nail, a small string and a piece of bread,” said the elder. They crossed themselves, cast unusual fishing rods and miraculously caught a large fish, from which they cooked fish soup. It was a gift sent by the patron of the holy cell!

The next miraculous event occurred 30 years ago in the monastery of St. Paul during the German occupation. He once again confirmed the participation of the Most Holy Theotokos in all the needs of our lives. In this monastery lived a simple old man with a pure heart, monk Thomas.

His obedience was to help in the bakery. One day it turned out that the two monks who were in charge of the bakery were not there, and all responsibility fell on their assistant, Elder Thomas. He needed to prepare and bake enough bread to last for two days, and this is a huge amount intended for all the brothers and pilgrims.

He didn’t know what to do, had no idea how or where to start. Then, with tears in his eyes, the monk prayed to the Mother of God, asking for help. After that, he took some yeast and added it to the water and flour. At that moment, a beautiful Wife appeared, all in black. She herself mixed the necessary ingredients, fashioned the loaves and baked them. All this time, Elder Thomas felt as if he was not here.

When he later told the fathers what had happened, they realized that the woman was the Virgin Mary. The bread tasted very sweet and pleasant. “Father Thomas, you probably added something to the bread to make it bake so quickly and taste so good!” - they told him.

The Holy Icon "Portaitissa" is known as the greatest miraculous icon on the Holy Mountain.
When she appeared, a pillar of fire was visible from sea to sky, which pointed to the place where the icon was found. This was revealed to the Iberian hermit Saint Gabriel, who descended from the mountain and walked along the sea as if on dry land. He took the icon, and the monks placed it with great honor in the temple. But the Most Holy Virgin, appearing, said to the abbot: “I came here to protect you, and not for you to protect Me.” And after this, the monks repeatedly found the icon at the gates of the monastery, after which they placed it back in the temple. From that time on, the icon was called “Portaitissa”, which means “at the gate”. She is full of greatness, magnificent; this is an image worthy of the Mother of God - She Who is our great Patron and Helper.

On the face of the Portaitissa icon there is a scar from a sword strike. The blow was inflicted by a Turkish pirate, who immediately saw blood from the wound he inflicted. This miracle affected him so strongly that he was baptized, became a monk and remained in the monastery. Out of a feeling of repentance, he did not want to be called anything other than Barbarian, and lived such a pious life that he was forgiven. There is a fresco with his image in the small chapel of "Portaitissa". He is dressed like a pirate and is called "Saint Barbarian".

When our holy father Akaki Kavsokalivit labored in a cave as a hermit, according to the testimony of his life writer, Hieromonk Jonah from the Kavsokalivit monastery, every morning a beautiful bird flew in, sat on a tree near the cave and made exquisite trills. When the saint listened to the bird, he was filled with great joy, which freed him from boredom and sadness, which sometimes attack the silent. Perhaps the bird was an angel of God, sent to him as a consolation in this inconsolable desert.

Saint Akakios was endowed with the gift of peace. When someone was tormented by inner thoughts, he only had to look at the joyful face of the saint in order to immediately reconcile himself and stop worrying.

In the 13th century, St. Gregory asceticised in the Lavra, who was the spiritual father of St. Gregory Palamas, the great teacher of our Orthodox faith.

This blessed old man improved so much in non-covetousness and devoted himself to tireless prayer that an angel appeared to bring him food.

Many years have passed since that wonderful miracle that happened on the day of St. Nicholas in the Grigoriat Monastery. The famous monk Hadji George was at that time still a novice Gabriel. The fathers were saddened that due to bad weather they were unable to catch fish for the holiday dinner. But Gabriel did not despair. All his faith and hope was in Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker. He became completely immersed in prayer and soon after that, on the eve of the holiday, strong waves carried many large fish ashore to the monastery. As soon as the fathers saw this, they ran to collect fish to prepare dinner, glorifying St. Nicholas and singing his praises.

The famous confessor Father John from the Aksion Estin monastery once spoke about a new worker who came to the monastery of St. Andrew to confess. This worker told him that he died when he was still a child. Before he was buried, his mother went to church and tearfully prayed on her knees for a long time. Then she returned home, put on her best clothes and lay down next to her son, who was in the coffin, and said: “Rise, my child, I will go in your place.” The child was resurrected, and the mother died at the same moment. Many years later this man came to the Holy Mountain to be a worker in Kareya.

One day, monk Aglay from the Konstamonita monastery fell ill, and the doctor advised him to eat meat, since he turned out to have tuberculosis and often spat blood.

The sick elder was very sad, because in this case he would not be able to serve as a sexton in his monastery. He prayed incessantly, fervently asking the Lord for recovery. One day, while he was praying in this way, he suddenly saw a large deer appear in front of him with his head down, and then fall down, writhing. Father Aglai, fearing that he was about to die, quickly ran to inform the other fathers and the gardener, who was not a monk. When the gardener saw the poor animal in this condition, he killed it and skinned it. The elders decided that Father Aglai should cook himself some meat every day. They believed that the deer was sent by God as a gift, blessing and medicine for the sick monk.

“Seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all this will be added to you” (Matthew 6:33) - this commandment of the Lord, which conveys the fullness of faith in Divine Providence, is the life guidance of ascetics.

Elder Cherubim from the monastery of St. Basil was a true ascetic, full of faith and hope. But he was a little hard of hearing. Once, after a heavy snowfall, he found himself cut off from the outside world in his cell and spent a whole week without food. And then suddenly a stranger with a loaded mule knocked on his door, and it was almost night outside. The traveler asked if he would have time to get to St. Peter's Cave before dark, and then return to the monastery of St. Paul.

Father Cherubim answered him: “My brother, there is so much snow that you will not be able to get to the monastery of St. Peter, even if you have a whole day ahead of you. Stay here overnight, and you can leave early tomorrow morning.”

The stranger said: “Father, I have brought food that I would like to sell and then return home. If you want, keep it all and give me some money.” - “Since you are in a hurry, leave them here, in this corner, and I will give you the money that the wanderers donated to me.” The elder went to his cell, and the stranger began to unload the goods, but when the elder returned, he was no longer there. Father Cherub looked out into the street and called, but there were no traces of either animals or people in the snow. Then he realized that all this was a visible manifestation of the invisible Divine Providence, which takes care of everything. The elder entered his small chapel and thanked the Lord. Gratefully, he placed the food in the pantry. They lasted all winter.

I, unworthy, somehow heard about such miracles, and the former abbot of the monastery of St. Paul, Archimandrite Andrei, told a similar story. The poor hermit Ephraim lived in a modest cell between the monasteries of Katunaki and St. Basil. His cell was a cave covered with several sheets of tin, located under a huge rock. He lived there, suffering innumerable misfortunes and hardships.

One winter there was a lot of snow, and poor old man Ephraim was completely covered with it. His supply of crackers ran out and he was left without food for several days. One day, before entering his cave, he saw a layman standing with a huge sack on his back.

“Father, bless me, I’m going to Kerasya, but there’s so much snow, and it’s already getting dark. It would be good to leave the bag here and pick it up tomorrow afternoon.”

The hermit Ephraim, extremely surprised, asked the stranger: “Where are you here from, my brother? As you can see, there is no road here. But come in. There is a fire here for you to warm yourself. Leave your cargo here and come back for it at any time.”

But the stranger pretended to be in a hurry to return to the monastery of St. Paul, and disappeared right before the eyes of the hermit. The moment Father Ephraim stopped seeing him, a bag appeared in front of him. He looked: there were no traces to the right or left of the cave. Having opened the bag, the elder found crackers and other foods in it, which he ate until the winter weather ended. His eyes filled with tears of joy and gratitude, and he glorified God and His miracles.

Father Evstratiy did not wear a beard, despite the fact that he was 30 years old. After the death of his elder in the Holy Trinity cell of the monastery of St. Paul, he went to Kavsokalyvia. There the elders refused to accept him because they did not want any of them to be without a beard. Evstratiy was persistent. That night they had a vigil in honor of the Blessed Virgin Mary. In the morning, several hairs miraculously appeared on Eustratius’ face, for which he gave Her praise and gratitude. The most amazing thing, however, was that over time his beard grew to the ground.

In 1864, Chusni Pasha, the governor of Thessalonica, visited Athos. Being a highly educated man, he wanted to visit Protaton. There he saw, in particular, the frescoes of Saints Onuphrius and Peter of Athos. But he did not believe that their beards were down to the ground, as shown in the frescoes. The fathers assured him that this was possible, and brought the long-bearded elder Eustratius as proof. Pasha, surprised, said in Turkish: “Afentersin efentiler,” which means: “I beg your pardon, gentlemen!”

In 1750, the Sunday before Lent began with the fact that the monk Macarius from the monastery of St. Anne became very ill. He was near death. His novice, Father Theoktist, that year was an assistant monk who is responsible for the main temple of the monastery and the reception of guests. After the liturgy, Father Theoktist was very upset because he had to find fish to cook soup to treat the elders. He went down to the monastery pier, but found neither boats nor fishermen there.

The area was deserted. The sea was rough. Father Theoktist, falling to his knees, began to pray to Saint Anna, the mother of the Most Holy Theotokos and the patroness of their monastery.

He had barely finished his prayer when he saw a huge fish splashing playfully in the waves. He made the sign of the cross in that direction, and suddenly the fish was thrown onto the sand by the next wave. Rejoicing, Father Theoktist immediately picked her up and ran to the main monastery, where his elder lay bedridden. He cooked the fish, fed the old man, who instantly recovered, and with what was left was fed to all the monks and pilgrims who found themselves in the monastery that day. They said that they had never tasted fish tastier in their lives than this one sent by God.

In the New Skete lived a poor monk, Elder Dorotheos, who had never left Athos since he came here as a child. He didn't do anything to sell. He could only fish in a small boat. One day, when he ran out of all the oil, the all-good Lord made a barrel of oil come from the sea and float between the New Skete and the pier of St. Paul.

On Easter Day 1935, the abbot of St. Paul, Archimandrite Seraphim, and all 60 fathers of the monastery went out into the courtyard to serve the liturgy in honor of the Resurrection of Christ. In a joyful mood, full of the exclamation “Christ is Risen!”, the abbot said to one of the brethren: “Father Thomas, go to the relics of the fathers and tell them that Christ has risen.” “Bless me, father,” he answered and, without hesitation, quickly went to the ossuary.

“Fathers, I was sent by the abbot to tell you: “Christ is risen!”,” he exclaimed in a loud voice.

And suddenly the bones creaked and jumped. One skull rose a meter into the air and answered: “Truly he is risen!”

After this there was dead silence. Father Thomas rushed back to tell everything he saw and heard. The venerable elder Theodosius, later the librarian of the monastery, often talks about this incident.

Everyone called him “Abba”, and he really was “Dad” - Elder Isaac of Dionysia. In his monastic exploits of fasting, prayer and spiritual struggle, he loved everyone and was obedient to everyone in everything. And everyone loved him.

Once, when he was on obedience at the monastery in Karei, his mentor Father Gelasius, who at that time represented their monastery in Karei, warned him that it was already noon and a storm was expected, so he could get lost on the way back at that hour in winter time. But the elder replied that, without any excuse, he absolutely had to return to Dionysiatus, which was a five-hour walk from Kareya. And so, on his knees, the blessed one left. When he reached the top of the mountain, it began to snow heavily. It became difficult to walk. When he reached the hill called Bosdum in Simonopetra, the snow was already knee-deep and it was beginning to get dark. Elder Isaac was frightened by this darkness, snow and wild animals in the forest.

Trusting in the Lord, the holy elder cried out from the very depths of his heart: “Lord Jesus Christ, my God, with the blessing of the holy elder, please save me at this hour.” And immediately he was lifted up by an invisible force and carried to the gates of his monastery.

The time for Vespers was approaching, and the gatekeeper was about to close the gate. When he saw Abba Isaac, he was very surprised and, having greeted him, asked him with reverence how he was able to get there in such bad weather. The blessed one replied that he came from Kareya.

“But how did you manage to end up here in this weather?” Abba could not answer, but only looked at the icon of St. John the Baptist.

The gatekeeper also noticed that there were no footprints in the snow from the direction of Kareya. Finally, after persistent questioning by the gatekeeper about how he left the Athos capital and how he arrived in Dionysiat, Abba Isaac was able to tell him and the other fathers what happened: he said that he remembers everything that happened to him in the first half of the journey, but then he can only remember how he asked God for help. And then he found himself in front of the entrance to the monastery.

Letter from the Heavenly Office

"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek and you will find; knock and it will be opened to you"
(Matt. 7:7).

A table with a simple snack, a burning candle in the middle. Five at the funeral meal of the ninth day. After the first traditional toasts, one of those sitting asks to tell more about the life of a person who has already passed into eternity. And this is what we hear...
- My mother was orphaned when she was two and a half years old. My grandfather, her father, wanted to chop all the icons in a fit of rage. Mom told me that we had large ancient icons in silver frames. Mom managed to save several of them. She, a three-year-old baby, began to drag them to the river bank and lower them into the water. Then she stood and watched as they were slowly carried away by the current. Soon my grandfather brought his roommate. The stepmother began to demand: “Take the children away. Put them wherever you want." And then one night the cat woke up my mother, meowing wildly and scratching her hand. Waking up, she shouted to her brother: “Kolka, let’s run, dad wants to kill us.” In surprise, my grandfather dropped the ax, which was already raised above them by the sleeping people. The children ran away. That's why mom loved cats so much. For saving a life.
After some time, the grandfather hacked his partner to death with an ax for treason and went and surrendered to the authorities. He was sentenced to twelve years and exiled. Mom and brother were left completely alone.
Now I’m even scared to imagine how she, a four-year-old child, walked barefoot in the snow and collected alms in Georgheti. Apparently, this was also necessary. Despite her harsh childhood and youth, my mother was a rare lover of life, she never became discouraged and did not allow us to do so, she said: “The Lord will not leave anything.”
Then my mother was taken in by one servant of God, although she herself was in poverty. Then my mother was adopted by a Georgian family. I still remember these people as my grandparents. They are, of course, long gone. They gave her their last name. They sent me to study at a technical school.
Soon her father’s brother came from the front and took her to Tbilisi, to the FZU at Trikotazhka. The relationship with my aunt and uncle’s wife did not work out, and she had to move to a dormitory.
The Lord, like every orphan, invisibly guided and protected her. Once, in a moment of despair, at nineteen years old, she prayed: “Lord, if You exist, give me happiness!”
And that same night He came to her in a dream and said: “Correct your sins, then you will get happiness.”
When she woke up, the first thing she did was throw cards into the stove (before that she was an excellent fortune teller). And she went to church. I began to pray and confess.
There is a large ancient icon of the Mother of God “Smolensk” in the Alexander Nevsky Church. Mom prayed before her that the Most Holy Theotokos would arrange her life. Soon she met my father. Then we got married. Dad, having just been demobilized, got a job at Knitwear as an apprentice master, where mom was already working as a spinner. She worked at the plant for forty years. Anyone who knows this profession will understand what this figure is. These were the post-war years. It was difficult for everyone, and even more so for my parents, because they had to start everything from scratch. At first they ate on the windowsill and slept on the floor. Here a new problem arose. They had no children for three years. In front of the same icon, the mother begged for the child. And somehow I saw a dream that an old man in a white cassock was knocking on our dorm apartment (there were four rooms, each with a family living in it) and calling out to my mother:
“You have a letter from the Heavenly Office!” - and hands her a piece of paper.
“But I don’t understand anything,” mom answers.
“They will read it to you on the second floor,” the old man answers and disappears.
And mom sees a star fall from the sky - and right into her hands.
When my mother woke up, she thought about it and remembered that a nun and her daughter lived on the second floor of our hostel, and she went to them for clarification. The nun listened to all this and said: “This means that your prayer has been heard and you will soon have a child. Most likely a girl."

Indeed, soon I was born, a sinner,” the narrator smiles. - Who this elder was, my mother found out later, when the Lord called me to faith and the whole family joined the church, began to fast, confess and receive communion. Somehow she recognized this old man on the icon. It was St. Seraphim of Sarov. We lived very meagerly. There wasn't even enough bread. From my childhood I remember pasta and apples, which we mainly ate. But mom never complained. One day a priest knocks on our common door. All four housewives came out, everyone was interested: “Who did they come to?” And he looks at his mother and says: “I’m coming to you.”
Mom, of course, invited him to come in. He says: “Give me a piece of bread and a glass of water.” Mom took out two hundred grams of bread - one day's norm, there was no more. The priest began to pray, then said: “You will always have bread.” And he hurried away. When she ran out after him to thank him and ask why he came to us, our guest was no longer anywhere. I ran around four floors, asked everyone, but it turned out that no one had seen him. When telling this incident, my mother always cried: “Who was it? Why did he disappear? Maybe it was the Lord who visited me? Soon after this event, my father’s pilot friends were transferred to Vaziani, and they began to visit us often. They lay their overcoats on the floor and spend the night. They often gave us their military rations. Somehow life gradually got better. When I was twelve years old, my parents got married. All these years they collected money for rings by pennies. Both really wanted to accept this Sacrament. Mom was an extremely loving and wise person. In my entire life I don’t remember her speaking badly about anyone. I will probably never reach her level of love for people and all living things. Even being paralyzed, you all saw how happy she was with all of you and how resignedly she bore the cross of illness. It was revealed to her that her illness was for the sins of her father.
The kingdom of heaven, eternal peace to her.
Let mommy, if she has boldness before the Lord, pray for all of us, so that we too have the same love for people and resignation to bearing our cross.
- Amen! - those sitting at the table said and crossed themselves.
Narrated May 14, 1998

Church Sacraments

“My house will be called a house of prayer for all nations”
(Mark 11:17).

“A sacrament is such a sacred action through which the grace of the Holy Spirit is secretly, invisibly given to a person,” explains the “Law of God.” Many believers, not to mention atheists, perceive the Church Sacraments as simply a dogmatic tradition. Few people expect a miracle from baptism or confirmation. And miracles are always a surprise. Here are some of them, told by different people.

On January 7, 1999, several people gathered to celebrate Christmas. After the festive toasts, the conversation at the table turned to how someone came to the Church.
“Listen to me,” says M., an elderly woman with strong-willed manners. - I came to church by accident. More precisely, nothing is accidental, as I now know, but God’s Providence. Here is how it was. About a year ago I was walking along Rustaveli past Kashveti. I had never looked at a church in my life and in general I was an ardent atheist, I always spoke at party meetings. I myself am from Kursk, I worked as a demolition worker in a mine. And here I am walking, and suddenly it hit me in the head, let me think, I’ll go in and see what’s inside. I’ve never been to church either in Russia or here, but here I wanted to. Well, I chest forward and went as if for an attack. Without a scarf, of course. Yes, if someone tried to tell me something: it’s impossible, they say, - in no time I would have put me in my place. My character is so decisive... In general, I go in. It’s a little dark, the candles are burning, they’re singing something drawn out. And in the middle there is a line. As a Soviet person, I have an instinct: where is the line, go to the end and ask “who is last,” and then figure it out. So I stood in line and moved slowly towards the altar. Everyone, I see, folded their arms across their chests in a cross, and I, like a monkey, did the same. I reached the priest. He is the name
asks. I gave my name.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
Opened it. And he puts something in there for me and announces: “The servant of God is taking communion...”. Then he wiped my lips and gave me the Cup to kiss. Like an automaton, I kissed him and went outside. I cannot describe the grace I felt. I’m walking, I can’t feel my feet under me. And the sun shines differently for me, and people smile towards me. Everything is somehow unusual. For a week I lived as if in paradise, I was still surprised at how good I was and didn’t want to quarrel with anyone. Then I thought - why is this? I went to church again, began to delve into it, wondering what it was and when it would happen again. So gradually, gradually I came to faith. Now I try not to miss a single service. How many times did I take communion after that, everything was according to the rules, fasting was a must, I read the rules, but I didn’t feel the same grace as the first time. Why this is so cannot be explained. That's why it's a Sacrament.
…
In 1997, in a completely different setting, another person of the same age, social status and with a similar straightforward character said the following:
- These sectarians have multiplied - it’s scary. They run around and shove their books at everyone: read it - I don’t want to. Even though I am a ignorant person in religion, I just know for sure that all these sects are not serious. I myself am a former Molokan. In Ulyanovka (a Molokan village not far from Tbilisi) everyone is believer, and the presbyter is good. But you still can’t compare it with the church. There is something there that you won’t find in any sect. This happened to me about twenty-five years ago. I then worked at Knitwear as a spinner. A friend and her husband asked their child to be baptized.
“I’m not baptized,” I say. - It seems like I can’t do it your way.
“Come on,” her husband says. - Nobody will know. We also do not comply with anything. Your business is small: stand nearby and hold the child, and my friend buys the cross and pays for everything. The priest doesn't need you for a hundred years. - In general, they persuaded me. My godfather and I went on the appointed day to the Alexander Nevsky Church.
I even put on a headscarf. Somehow it’s not suitable without a headscarf.
We went to where they were baptizing. I turned the child around and held him in my arms. Father began to read something over the water. My godfather and I stand without a clue, looking. Suddenly the priest comes not to the child, but to me and begins to sprinkle water on me. It was like boiling water poured over me inside. Really, I think, did he find out? It’s still good, the godfather helped out and said: “You, father, started to baptize the wrong one, we came because of the child.”
“Oh,” says the old man, “sorry.”
And he began to baptize the boy...
I could barely wait until he finished. I jumped out into the yard and let my godfather sneeze.
“All of you,” I shout, “and your friend are to blame, they led me into sin.” Because of you, the priest was deceived.
And my godfather himself is not happy that this happened, he justifies himself:
- How did I know that this would happen? I thought, just give him the money.
Then my conscience tormented me for a long time because of that incident. After some time, I myself was baptized, and so were my sons. I go to church from time to time, I light candles when it’s hard. I don’t know the rest of what’s going on in the church. I heard that you need to confess. Yes, somehow I still don’t have enough courage.
…
The priest told this story. Once a woman approached him with a request to serve a memorial service for her husband. The priest approached the Crucifix and began to light the censer. After making several unsuccessful attempts and seeing that the incense did not light, he asked:
“Aren’t you ordering a memorial service for a living person?”
He looked around, and the woman was blown away by the wind. Apparently, the assumption turned out to be correct.

In October 1995, several people got together. The meeting was rare and significant. One of those present came up with the idea: to cut for this occasion the blessed egg that had been lying since Easter in the holy corner in front of the icons.
- Yes, it deteriorated a long time ago. How much time has passed! - the others doubted.
- It is consecrated. Let's see. May we have Easter joy today!
They cut it.
- Wow! - someone burst out.
The egg turned out to be fresh, as if it had been boiled yesterday, not only in appearance, but also in taste.
Recorded June 2000


“Not for the wedding, please...”

“Whoever receives one of these children in My name receives Me.”
(Mark 9:37).
- Well, how did you go? - I ask my friend after a trip to Russia.
- Yes thank God. Everything turned out so well that I didn’t expect it. When I received the telegram that my daughter-in-law was dead, my brother was in prison, and their four children were left to their own devices, I couldn’t remember myself at all. Fire in the head. How could this happen? I talked to my husband: what should I do? You know, he has a complex character, and his health is not the same (he is blind in one eye), and on top of that, he is 68 years old, not a boy. We are both disabled. He says: “We need to take the children.” We borrowed one hundred dollars and went. First by bus, then by train, then transfer again. It’s no joke to travel from Tbilisi to the Russian wilderness across ten borders (who set them up?!). Moreover, we are going and don’t know how much money we will get back from there. We've arrived. Brother in the bullpen, in the regional center. The daughter-in-law has already been buried. Killed in a fight by drunks. She was only twenty-nine years old. Kingdom of Heaven, eternal peace... The children are frightened, traumatized, the eldest is ten, the rest of the girls are eight, six and three years old. We need to go urgently. I found out that my brother, before all this happened, earned two million in Russian money (old money) on the farm. I went to the cashier. The answer is well known: “There is no money. The entire Ivanovo district has not received any salaries or pensions for six months.” I tell them:
- Find some money for me. I don't live across the street from you. That's where she came from! I need to take out orphans. I'm not asking you for a wedding!
And why I gave them such a comparison - I don’t know. Apparently, God gave me some advice. I just saw that the cashiers were whispering and quietly telling me: “Come tomorrow, we’ll give it out.”
I came the next day, received the money and went to pack the children for the trip. As we leave, we hear a commotion in the village council. The village finally found out that they had given me money. The chief accountant arrived and scolded the cashiers: why did they give away two million? It turns out that her daughter is getting married soon, so she hid this amount for her daughter’s wedding. And when I accidentally mentioned the wedding, the cashiers decided that I knew everything, they got scared and therefore gave me away. Although I don’t particularly understand religion, I only heard that God helps orphans. Now I think it’s true... A year ago, you know, I was dying and survived. Everyone said it was a miracle. And now it’s clear why. For their sake - she nodded at the girls - my life was extended. All my life I dreamed of having a child, and it was not given, but now at fifty years old I got two (relatives took the other two). And, you know, I never cease to be amazed. I was driving here and wondering what I would wear them with. So my friends came running when they found out what had happened, they brought rags with their bags - there was nowhere to put them. And we got money. True, my husband works like a convict, seven days a week. The main thing is that we don’t live in poverty. And I was very afraid of this. Three-year-old Svetka calls us mom and dad...
Happened in September 1996.

First of all, I would like to thank Alena for her sincere, wonderful story about her life and God’s miracles in her, and for her work in writing this rather large story in her review of this video: And since the story for the review is not small and very interesting, I publish it separately, on this page. Thank God for you Alena, God bless you!

Hello, my name is Alena

I want to tell you a little story from my life
When I was 5 years old, I began to wonder, is there a God? I approached my mother and asked, “Mom, is there a God?” who is he? “And my mother told me, well, dear, the Communist Party taught us that there is no God, there is no Him, these are fictions. I approached my dad and asked him, “Dad, is there a God?” ,” “no, the Communist Party says that no, how can I tell you this, well, they read books to you, different fairy tales, the brothers Grimm and Charles Perrault, well, it’s like a Russian folk epic, the inventions of the people...” But I still I equally believed that He existed, sometimes I told my mother, “look how beautiful the world is, the flowers, the trees, and the planets are stars, someone had to create all this one day? Mom agreed, but it was clear that she still had doubts. I was born into a family of unbelievers and complete atheists who denied everything and everyone, but in my soul I believed that He exists and loves me.

When I was 9-10 years old, like all ordinary children, I probably saw ordinary dreams, toys, books... and then one day I began to have terrible dreams, there were a lot of them, but I will describe a couple of them. I’m dreaming of a place like a recreation park, there’s a lot of greenery, people are walking, different people are sitting on benches, some are reading, some are talking, everyone is busy with something, and here are 2 alcoholics sitting, already pretty tipsy, a guy with a sad face was sitting not far away and as I saw, his thoughts were about suicide, and then I see 2 demons coming, scary, huge black eye sockets, somewhat similar to a person, legs like a person, and instead of feet there are hooves, and then there are more demons and more still others, some have distorted pig snouts instead of faces, so one says to the other, “Oh, alcoholics, this is what we need.” People without faith in God do not have such protection, and it is easier for them to move into such people, and now one Demon has moved into this alcoholic, passed through his stomach and I saw how the Demon inside him rejoiced and gloated, and now the alcoholic did not understand anything, grabbed his stomach (they didn’t see the Demons) the second one asks him, what happened? nothing, just a stomach ache. And I see a lot of different people in the park and the darkness of the darkness. The demons have surged, scary, to the point of disgrace, and they are prowling in search of someone to move in with and they choose those who have dark thoughts (about murder, suicide, alcohol, drugs, debauchery...) I woke up, my mother said, the struggle for human souls is terrible, we must believe and purify our thoughts. Mom began to think about all this somehow.

Some time has passed, a couple of months somewhere, and I have another dream. Like the first one, that in a place like a large park there are a lot of different people, and again the Demons walk, do not let up, prowl in search of the next victims to move in with people with bad thoughts, then they inhabit some, then others, and each time joyfully gloat. There were also people who were possessed not just by one Demon, but by several. Then one Demon, who was quite far from me, noticed me, headed towards me, and on the other hand another one noticed me, and I saw hordes of them coming in the distance, I wanted to move away, to move somewhere, but there were a lot of them and I I didn’t know where to go and what to do. Suddenly, from somewhere near me, a big, tall, strong and powerful Angel appeared, he told me, “I am your shield and sword, I will cover you, do not be afraid of anything.” And he opened his hands, his hands were like those of a man, and Next came large wings, about 2 meters in diameter or more, and he covered me with his wings and I felt so calm and good. Such strength and power emanated from him, He looked menacingly at the Demons who were trying to break through, but they could not come even 5 meters closer, the Demons unsuccessfully tried to attack, and He stood firmly and without moving. Then I woke up and told my parents and friends about it, and then my mother also believed that God exists.

My search for God did not end there; the annoying thought that God is the creator of all living things persistently swirled in my head. About a year passed and then one day something happened. I was probably 11 or so at the time. It was an ordinary night, I was sleeping, and at about 2 o’clock in the morning, I heard a loud hissing in the dark, at first I didn’t open my eyes, because I thought that maybe something was happening on the street, but when the loud hissing and sort of clicking began louder, I realized that there was someone or something in my room and I sat down on the bed on my knees. Usually, when we close or curtain the windows at night, the room is dark, but sometimes there are days when the bright moon is shining and the outlines of objects in the room are clearly visible. It was just such a night. I turned my head and froze in horror, a huge black snake was crawling around the room with a terrible hiss, I was so scared that I closed my eyes in fear so as not to see it, it was as if I was paralyzed with fear and I could not scream and call my parents for help.

Since I was a child, I didn’t immediately understand what was happening, at first I thought how could such a large snake crawl into our house at 2 o’clock in the morning if all the doors and windows were tightly closed and we lived in a block house on the third floor? And then I realized it wasn’t a snake, it was a demon that took on this form, the hissing intensified and got closer, since my eyes were closed and I didn’t see it, but I guessed it from the sound. And I suddenly got so scared and I don’t know how, I started saying “God save me, help me, deliver me from this horror.” I repeated these words again and again, since we had a non-believing family, we didn’t have a prayer book and I didn’t know a single prayer, I asked God for help in my own words as best I could. And suddenly I felt some very powerful force here in the room, I didn’t see anyone, my eyes were still closed, but I clearly felt the presence of this force. I continued to ask God not to leave me and the hissing came from the right side, then from the left, then it moved away, then it came closer, and gradually from the sound I realized that He (the Demon, the Snake,) was leaving, from the retreating hiss I realized that He flew out the window, but I didn’t stop praying and was still afraid to open my eyes, after what happened, I was afraid to sleep, and until dawn I sat on the bed with my eyes open, I was sorry to wake up my parents, so I sat and waited for them wake up. In the morning I told my parents about everything, and of course they were shocked. I began to talk about my dreams and what I saw to my friends and neighbors and my father’s friends, my friends were also not believers, they began to say that something is wrong with your child, she needs to be shown to a child psychologist, or better yet, a psychiatrist.

Among my friends there were those who studied Eastern philosophy, they also talk about knowledge and purification of the soul, and I became interested, we discussed various things with them, read a lot of literature on this topic. Since there were no believers in my environment, I had no idea that such a book as the Bible existed. My friends advised me to go to a couple of very good stores, where there are a lot of different spiritual literature and choose something suitable for me. In the store I walked for a long time among different shelves, opened books, looked, read, realized that this was something wrong and looked further, I don’t even know what exactly. And then a big thick book with a strange name caught my eye, as it seemed to me then, “The Lives of the Saints” I opened there, there were descriptions of the lives of Sergius of Radonezh, Seraphim of Sarov, John of Kronstadt, Seraphim of Vyretsky, and others, as I remember now, it seemed to me it was interesting, so I bought this book and started reading.

When I read this book, I was really surprised at how humble, meek, kind and empathetic these people were towards other people. And for their kindness and service to others, God gave them various gifts, who could heal diseases with their hands, who immediately saw secret and obvious sins, and much more. And when their spiritual children asked for guidance, many of them said “follow the commandments and especially the commandment, love your neighbor as yourself.” For some reason I remembered this.

After a while I had a dream. I was probably about 13-14 years old then. I am in the Church, the service was about to begin, I see candles burning, icons, people walking, suddenly Demons burst into the Temple and there are a lot of them and they are scattered throughout the Temple and prowl there in search of people with whom to move in here, and I stand in such indignation and think, how dare they enter the Temple? How is this possible? and then one of them sees me and is clearly heading in my direction, I got a little scared, backed away and then out of nowhere a little wizened old woman appears, so hunched over with a big book, turns to me and says, “Don’t be afraid of anything, I’m with you.” I am your protection,” this book turned out to be a prayer book, and she began to quickly read prayers, I immediately understood that this was not an ordinary grandmother, such love and great respect for God emanated from her, I realized that this was someone holy ascetics no less. And I kept standing and thinking, how did these Demons still dare to enter the Temple, how could they? And this old lady could read my thoughts, as I later realized, she turned to me and said, they can, they can, they can, and then she said, “Well, what do you think, if a person is an alcoholic or does some kind of witchcraft, Demons will come to him and they move in, and once they move in, they won’t leave, they don’t leave such a person anywhere, not for a minute, not for a second, well, such a person came into the Temple, and where are the Demons? They are walking with him, “Well, never mind, I’ll read the prayers even more intensely, and they will jump out of the Temple as if scalded, for they will be sick of the power and Greatness of God,” and she began to read different prayers, both the Our Father and the Psalm 90, and the Creed and many other prayers that I know and do not know.

So gradually I began to read and rethink more about the book “Lives of the Saints” and when I got to the biography of St. John of Kronstadt, it was written there that he cast out Demons from the Temple and I immediately remembered this dream, then when I got to the biography of Blessed Xenia St. Petersburg and Matrona of Moscow, I was surprised how much this old woman from my dream was like one of them.

Now I will write to you a couple more cases that happened to me, probably by the Will of God, and for some reason it was necessary.

I was then about 14-15 years old, from time to time I have severe headaches, probably due to a fall in childhood, one day I came home from school with a severe headache, my mother was at home, I asked her to give me a pill since it was hard to endure, to which my mother said that children should not take such pills and it would be better if I went to sleep. I tossed and turned for a long time, but I still couldn’t fall asleep. Then I felt that I was very cold, I got up and took a blanket, it was very warm outside at that time, but I was getting colder and colder, I even had this, you know, like an unpleasant chill, my body temperature was rapidly falling, I wanted to get up , but to my surprise I couldn’t, I couldn’t feel my arms or legs, as if they weren’t there at all, I tried to open my eyes, but they also seemed to be gone, I couldn’t understand what was happening? The headache also haunted me and this terrible cold on my skin.....

And suddenly I felt that from somewhere below I was crawling up my body, such a strange sliding, some vibrations began inside me, which became faster and faster, but my body remained motionless, I felt that I was leaving my body , there was no panic or fear, there was no pain either, and suddenly I separated from my body, I felt it for sure, the headache disappeared, the terrible cold on my skin also disappeared, I felt so comfortable, warm and cozy. I clearly felt that I was in a vertical position, although I knew that I was lying down? then I saw, as if from above, there was someone small and shriveled lying on the sofa, then I took a closer look, oh, it’s me, and then I turned around, I don’t know why, and quickly flew out through the window, I flew somewhere in the universe, for some time I flew and thought. what is it, am I dead? then I flew into some kind of black tunnel, it was large in diameter, about 5-6 meters, it felt like it was made of strange liquid metal, which was constantly changing, and some strange monotonous hum was heard, but not very loud. The tunnel was large and long.

As I moved deeper from the beginning of the tunnel, the sound disappeared and I clearly felt that this tunnel is a bridge between the world of the living and the world of the dead and that there, at the end of the tunnel, there is a border, that line after which there is no return. At the end of the tunnel I saw a dazzling white Light, this Light was alive, I told myself stop, stop, stop, I don’t want to fly out of the tunnel, I want to stay and look around, before that I was flying through the tunnel at high speed, but here I suddenly stopped and seemed to hang in the air, inside this tunnel, there were literally a couple of meters left to the end of the tunnel. In a cloud of dazzling light, I saw the contours of a human figure, but I did not see His face. And this Light was so warm, so kind, so loving, so affectionate, and this kindness and love were boundless, as if they had no beginning or end, I couldn’t even imagine that it was possible to love like that. And this Light so affectionately told me, “I know you,” and I thought, “I don’t know you,” and at that moment when I thought this, I somehow, without words, realized that it was Jesus.

He told me “I know everything about you, every hour of yours, every day of yours, every minute and every second of your life, I know everything about you from your very birth, I know your every thought, I know about you that even you don’t know about yourself... Nothing is hidden from me.” I felt that He reads thoughts, at the same time sees other people, He sees the past, present and future at the same time, but it’s difficult to understand, but He sees, hears and does everything multidimensionally and He is omnipresent. And I also felt that He was like a loving mother or father, only His love was a hundred times stronger, I suddenly felt for a minute like a little child of 5 years old, running towards Him barefoot on the wet grass, I so wanted to run to Him, hug strong strong and stay…. And I also felt that He is like a big and powerful strong ocean, and I am such a small droplet from this ocean, so tiny, but I am a part of Him, and I must unite with Him. I had a feeling of immense joy next to Him, a feeling of puppy delight, my soul sang and rejoiced next to Him, I felt very good, and I also suddenly felt such a thing that where this Light is, there is another world on the other side, and that this is where my home is, I always thought that my home is where my parents and friends are, here on earth, no, I clearly felt that there was my real home.

He understood me without words, when a lot of thoughts and emotions were running through my head, He already knew about everything. And He said, “Come with Me, where we go, it will be very good for you,” and in a fit of unbridled puppy delight, I wanted to run after Him, but suddenly I remembered my parents and my mother, my mother has suffered from various diseases since her youth heart and she has serious kidney problems, so the doctors forbade her to have more children, she could only have one child and that child was me. I understood that if I left now, I would physically die, there was absolutely no fear of death, but I felt sorry for my mother and for some reason I remembered “The Lives of the Saints” where the reverend elders gave advice to keep one of the commandments of Christ (Love your neighbor as myself) I don’t know why, but at that moment I remembered precisely the instructions of these elders and the thought flashed through my head that I needed to return, but not for my own sake, but for the sake of my mother. While all these thoughts were running through my head, God already knew my answer, it felt like He already knew all my thoughts, but nevertheless He asked me again if I wanted to stay and go with Him. I said that I really wanted to stay, but I couldn’t, then He asked “why? “Although I already knew the answer, I said that there are people on earth whom I love and they need me, and that I want to return, but not for my own sake, but for their sake. Then God said, “Go, come back,” and He said it very kindly, and I flew at high speed back from the tunnel, a feeling of joy and some kind of grace was with me after communicating with Him.

I quickly flew through the window into the room and entered my body, the feeling was not pleasant. It felt like I was squeezing into a cold and small spacesuit, then something even worse happened, I was shaken very hard once, then even stronger the second time, shook so much that I almost fell out of bed, I was very cold , my hands became very numb and I could hardly move them, unpleasant cold goosebumps ran all over my body, there was a feeling of suffocation in the chest area as if I had asthma, in fact I don’t have any asthma, when I realized that I could already do fine move my fingers, I opened my eyes. The state of euphoria and immense joy stayed with me for about two weeks after what happened. Now I told all my friends and acquaintances that God exists and He is alive and omnipresent and I am a living witness of this.

Then I grew up, met many other people, including believers, from them I learned what the Bible is, I began to visit the Temple, go to services, to confession

I understand that my story is long, but I would like to tell you about one more incident that happened to me as an adult.

From time to time I go to services, I won’t say that very often, but if I go, I collect my thoughts and in the Temple I think only about God, I have no extraneous thoughts. Once I came to the service, I saw not our priest as usual, but someone else, the priest was in a good mood, joking with the parishioners before the service began. The service has begun, I stand, concentrate, listen to the words of the prayer, everything goes as usual, as usual, and suddenly I feel that I feel so light, my body becomes like a feather, I feel light, a feeling that I’m about to take off and a feeling of boundless joy and happiness. Suddenly everything disappears somewhere, no Temple, no people, no nothing, just some kind of peaceful, endless space, I can’t understand where I am? my feeling of euphoria is growing and growing and after about 15-20 seconds, I again don’t know how, I find myself in the Temple at the service, a feeling of immense bliss covers me, and at that moment I see the dome of the Temple opening, and a stream comes from there dazzling white light, and it seems like rays like the sun, spreading throughout the Temple and enveloping the entire Temple, enveloping it with this light. The radiance of this light grows and I suddenly see a dazzling white dove descending in the pillar of this light. Only not small, like a bird, but a huge big one, a meter long, he slowly and leisurely sank and entered the Altar and all the light that was in the Temple also entered with him. And everything in the Temple became as before. This state of extraordinary joy and euphoria stayed with me for about three more weeks, I fell asleep with this state and woke up with it, and I didn’t go to work, but flew like on wings, after a whole working day I didn’t even have any feeling of fatigue . I told many of my friends and acquaintances about this.

I had another friend who didn’t believe in God, he not only didn’t believe, he also said, “I hate God,” it was very strange for me to hear. I told him how can you hate someone you don’t know? Once he was visiting me, I kept trying to reason with him, we were drinking tea, he said to me, I can’t, your Icons make me sick, they look at me so strangely, they have such a look as if they are burning me with a hot iron, and this man was involved in some kind of occultism, I didn’t know this at first, well, in general, he asked me to put the icons somewhere, I told him that I wouldn’t do this for anyone and they would be there stand where they are. He kept telling me, well, where is your God? why can't I see him? and I told him, well, when you are invited to visit, you go to a beautiful house with a garden, for example, do you see what’s behind the closed door? No. Well, this is our heart, it’s like a door to God, if your door is closed, what will you see?

For our God is not in pictures or icons, He is first of all in our hearts! Jesus Christ is the living God and omnipresent. He came to us out of great love for people, accepted our sins from each of us, died and rose again and remained in heaven, which means he is still alive to this day, and will return (second coming) according to the Bible. It’s not for nothing that the Bible contains such an important phrase “And God created man in his own image and likeness” - what does this mean? but the fact that initially God created man kind, loving, able to forgive, merciful, just like HE himself. It was later that humanity became mired in murder. hatred and debauchery, and we have departed from God. Nothing that is hateful or bitter can be near God. Evil and hatred are the opposite of good. Meek, humble people are closer to God, when a person fulfills the commandments of Christ and especially the one where there is “love your neighbor as yourself,” he acquires the qualities of Christ, that is, he goes closer to the original source, to how the Lord originally created man. and of course, a person must accept baptism and Christ as a personal savior, confess his sins, and go to confession to cleanse his soul.

Read "Lives of the Saints" how humble, loving, meek these people are, and for their love for other people, and for the veneration of God, and for their strong Faith, many were given gifts to heal people, many saw secret and obvious sins, the Mother of God appeared to many or Jesus. And why, because they followed the commandments and the light of their love for everyone and all living things came from their hearts and God entered and lived in this heart. Remember the words from the Bible, and according to your Faith it will be given to you, or when Jesus healed the sick, his disciples wondered how He could do this and what Jesus answered them? What I can do, you can do too. This is exactly what I wrote above about the gifts of the holy righteous. And there are also such words where Jesus says, if your Faith was even the size of a mustard seed and you told the mountain to turn around, then it would turn around. when we love God and honor him, we cannot see such miracles in life.

I wish everyone peace, kindness, love and great joy.
and let the light of our Lord Jesus Christ come to every home, in every heart.

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