A Modern Day Miracle of St. Nicholas at Sea
I heard
this story from Hieromonk Theophylact, a monk of the Pskov Caves Monastery,
during the latter half of the 1980s. He was told it by a military man—a
first-rank captain and man of faith. How did he come to the faith?
In his
youth he commanded a torpedo boat on the Pacific Ocean. One day the boat went
out on its watch into the sea. The weather forecasts were good, and nothing
indicated any trouble. Just the same, on the horizon there appeared at first a
large dark cloud, which started growing rapidly. A sharp wind blew, which grew
into a strong squall. A storm began. Huge waves started beating against the
small ship.
The ship
was tossed from side to side. Water flowed into the machinery area. The ship
was on the verge of stopping, and that would fatal for all.
The
captain was no coward, but nevertheless the fear of death reached his
heart—after all, he was not alone; he answered for the entire company. What
should he do? Then suddenly he remembered his mother’s words of long ago: “Pray
to God. He saves people everywhere.” And the words of his grandfather, an old
sea dog: “Whoever has not been to sea has never prayed to God.” The captain had
not gone to church since childhood—first there was the young pioneers, the
komsomol, and then his service. He did not know how to pray. But inside, in his
soul he was shouting, “Lord, save me! Lord have mercy!”
Suddenly,
a miracle happened. He saw an old man walking right on the waves, wearing the
garments of a priest. The captain even had time to look at his face—regular
features, a small beard, and a clear gaze. The old man blessed the ship with
both hands and immediately the wind died down. The sea went flat. The storm was
over. The Captain caught his breath.
Returning,
he promised to himself to go without delay to a church and place a candle as a
sign of thanks for his deliverance and the salvation of the crew. But in the
Far East during the years of persecution, nearly all the churches had been
destroyed.
Nevertheless,
an opportunity soon presented itself. He was sent on an assignment to
Leningrad. While travelling along the Ring Road, the captain noticed a
beautiful five-domed cathedral. He left the tram and walked over to it. It was
the St. Nicholas Cathedral, of naval glory. But the captain did not know about
this. He went into the half-dark lower church, bought a candle for two rubles
and fifty kopecks and looked around for a candle stand to place it on. He
noticed an icon with the image of a pious elder in the garb of a bishop and
decided, “I’ll place a candle before this grandpa.” The captain walked closer,
looked at the icon, and froze. The facial features corresponded exactly to
those of the amazing elder who had stopped the storm on the Pacific Ocean!
“Whose image is that?” the captain asked a church-worker in a dark apron. “What
do you mean, whose? It’s the holy hierarch and wonderworker Nicholas, defender
of those who sail the sea,” she replied.
This
incident was written down in slightly different word by Fr. Theophylact in his
collection, This Happened in Our Time. Twenty-seven years have passed since I
read it. Much has been erased from my memory, but the main thing remained: the
image of St. Nicholas, the merciful, miraculous deliverer of those who are
perishing.
By Fr. Vladimir Vasilik
Source: http://orthochristian.com/70898.html
