The icon of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker
Help St Nicholas
In 2008 I bought my first metal detector and, like thousands of other people at the time lost to society. Believe that the desire to find treasure (I'm not Tom Sawyer, and a grown man) to guide me. To get out of the ground a coin, thimble or Tinker from a horse harness, which five hundred years did not touch the hand of man – that is the delight!
In late August, I stopped digging at the weekend abandoned village of the Leningrad region, went on vacation and left on the river Msta. Not far from the station from time immemorial, is an ancient village Mlawa. I was going there to see grandma, knew every trail, but by that time, many diggers are pretty plowed the area and nothing particularly interesting I did not come across.
Once in early September, early in the morning, I went to the Bank of the Msta in the village zaluchchya. Since the days of pagan Russia there was a market place and the place is still called "Fair". Was no hope, because the Fair was dug up and most heavily contaminated beer tubes, but after three or four Stalin and the Nikolaev coins, luck was smiling on me. I've always wanted to find a Russian medieval "scales"-thin silver or copper coin, similar to petal. And here, on the shore of the detector began to publish not usual for the coins ringing, and strange "cyganie". After a couple of minutes in my palm lay a copper "scales" with the image of a bird holding a sword. Removing the scales (6-7 10-12 mm) to other coins in a plastic box from under the spinner, I put it in the hip pocket of the camouflage and continued the search.
Space, leading to the small toe in the throat of Luke, about 60 to 400 meters, I twice passed an hour and a half, sometimes lay on the grass and smoke. A couple of times got the box and placed her next discovery, but not looked at the contents.
Returning to the pool, sat down to rest, lit a cigarette and decided to consider carefully his "prey". Fingering the coins, mostly late 19th and first half of the 20th century, I found that the "flakes" in the box no! I'm totally, lost sight of the fact that the box had a small gap and thin, compared to other coins, "scale", apparently slipped through it. In the pocket it was not there, and I just couldn't imagine when or where it could fall out.
It's hard to describe the frustration and sadness attacked me. For some reason, I was very sorry for the lost coin, and I decided that at all costs try to get it back. But realistically, after weighing the odds, I realized that they are equal to zero: huge space, overgrown with grass and littered with metal debris – indeed, it is easier to find a needle in a haystack.
Still, I tried to find the lost coin. If I was looking for it on a square of a dozen square meters, it could still rely on luck, but on such a grassy space that was just unreal.
I got up, turned on the metal detector and suddenly heard a bell. The day was Sunny, windless and why heard a bell ringing, it was quite clear. I looked in the direction Milevskogo of the temple, he was at a distance of less than a kilometer and was perfectly visible. Remembering that the left of the porch on the temple wall there is the fresco of St. Nicholas of Myra, I have some sudden impulse turned to him with a prayer: "Saint Nicholas, you are the patron Saint of sailors, and I'm a former sailor! Not for personal gain help me to find this coin. I dreamt about her and I'm sorry that she lost... And if you find it, then quit". To my surprise, I heard another strike of the bell.
Within 20-30 minutes I caught anything, but not my coin. And suddenly, in the headphones clogged clean and clear signal, quite unlike the one that was in the "detection scales". By localizing the signal, I dug a hole in the turf, cut it and realized with surprise that in no part of the turf anything metal in there. The signal appeared again and took me to the side, but again nothing. This was repeated over and over again, and I went farther from the place where I first heard the signal. Once again beating the index level on the scale of the display, the bell rang and I, his instrument, took up a digging tool. As usual, the left hand cut the grass with turf and raised his hand to the detector. Suddenly I heard the familiar deaf "pozytywnie". Compressing palm, I saw among the blades of grass and earthy lumps of copper "scales". I immediately recognized her: by the side of the chip, oxide and other characteristic signs. It was dropped by me a coin!
Honestly, I felt no joy from discovery, and fear, as it knew that even if it was not a tiny scale, and Catherine nickle – find a coin would be almost impossible.
This case I told the local priest, father Vladimir. After hearing me, he smiled and said, "What, are you surprised? You demonstrated the power of prayer coming from the heart. By the way, has promised to quit Smoking – quit. This is very serious".
I have for many years repeatedly tried to quit, but every time I found a variety of reasons to smoke again. This is also the case made on me so deep an impression that after some time I quit Smoking and no smoke so far.
Nicholas works wonders
To talk about religion for a long time. The opinions on this subject are countless. It is the desire and will of each to believe or not to believe, to go or not to go to Church. But judging by the number of temples under construction, we can say that people were drawn to God.
But I want to write about Nicholas the Wonderworker, the role played by this Prelate in my life. Probably everyone knows the story of what happened in 1956 in Kuibyshev. When she decided to dance with an icon of St and the result turned to stone for four months. You can say one thing – a miracle and a lesson.
In my life nikoljdan occupies a significant place. I had a problem – couldn't get pregnant, I have to refer to a grandmother, a wise woman, and perhaps a charlatan, but stopped in time. Prayed to God day and night, because two years is not a joke, but doctors say that all is well. And lost, and no persuasion. Once in our Church, brought the relics of St. Luke, decided to go to kneel. The queue was long, we had to stand for a long time. Suddenly I raise my head to see in front of the icon of St. Nicholas. The miracle worker the miracle of the Creator. I believed that he would help. I prayed to him, I believe that my problem is solved. Bought the icon, praying the house. What was my surprise when two months later, I saw on your test for pregnancy two strips. My happiness knew no bounds. But a week later disaster struck-a heavy bleeding. The doctors said that need cleaning, the ultrasound of the fetus was not visible, but I didn't agree and two days later left the hospital against receipt. In the end, the fetus survived. Date of birth stood on Christmas eve. But... the baby was born four days before the day of the veneration of St. Nicholas, i.e. December 15. Then, of course, it's hard for me not to believe in the Saint.
But my miracles is not over. In the village where I live, decided to build a house of worship. To my surprise and happiness the Holy place began to wear the name of St. Nicholas. Now, the date of 19 December for me is not just the number on the calendar, and the most important event I will take my kids to Church to receive Holy communion. And if someone of the kids got sick suddenly, you need to bring the child to Church to receive communion.
Also, you can take any Saint. Each works wonders, you just have to believe. Today's youth are reluctant to go to the temple. Often when we go there, young people can be seen just before the beginning of the school year or the end of the procession, i.e. Easter, Christmas. It is sad that in the Church we appeal only if trouble came knocking at our door. Had it not been with me, trouble conceiving, maybe I wouldn't go to Church, and asked for help to Saint Nicholas. And just like that – we have constantly, you want to relax in a single weekend, once. As a result, there were a thousand reasons.
Still want to mention that now couples are reluctant to get married. So we can safely assume that this sacrament more than I think a relationship between a man and a woman leave much to be desired. All this leads to the fact that the family mom and dad used to go to Church, do not read prayers at bedtime and before eating, hence the outcome. Many parents are glad when the school began to teach religion.
Want to go back to the case in Kuibyshev. The girl turned to stone for four months. But before she regained consciousness, she was visited by an old man, gray-haired and with a beard. Only after some time people realized that it was himself Nicholas as the Saint depicted on the icon. The girl came to, and the old man so ago and did not work, simply disappeared. As if not to believe, but the fact remains. A miracle.
By the way, this is the patron Saint of children. Therefore, the house should be three icons: Jesus Christ, virgin Mary and of St. Nicholas.
In conclusion, I would like to say that you need to open up your soul to the Saints, to turn to him for help, to thank at the conclusion of some important matters and to ask for blessings before the beginning of the case. Peace and health to all.
