I'm waiting you Forever "GOD"__________Miracle of Saint Nektarios
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Miracle of Saint Nektarios: The Healing of Fr. Nektarios Vitalis of Cancer
Fr. Nektarios Vitalis, well-known in Lavrio a city in Attika, Greece for his deeds and his sympathy to the poor and those written-off by the world in these difficult times, retells the following incident from when he was dying from cancer. What is said below has been told elsewhere, repeatedly, including in the book I talked to Saint Nektarios (Athens 1997, by the renowned writer Mr. Manolis Melinos).
Fr. Nektarios Vitalis recalls:
"I was suffering from a serious form of cancer. My chest was an open wound that was continuously running blood and pus. I would tear my undershirts from the pain. It was a tragic situation, and I was headed directly to death. So you understand, I had even prepared my grave clothes....
"On the 26th of March 1980, in the morning, I was talking in my office in the basement of the Church with Sofia Bourdoy (the church care-taker a woman who cleans the church) and the icon painter Helen Kitraki, when the door suddenly opened and an old, unknown man entered. He had a snow-white beard, was short and was slighty bald. He looked exactly the same as St. Nektarios appears in photographs. He took three candles without paying and lit only two. He venerated all the icons of the church, but passed over the icon of St. Nektarios without venerating it. He did not see me where I was. I had terrible pains when they pulled aside the curtain of the office and went to see the old man. He faced the Beautiful Gate the Royal Doors in the Holy Iconostasion, crossed his palms and without looking around he asked: 'Is the Geronta Elder here?'
"The church care-taker knowing my disease wanted to protect me...: 'No, no...he is at home with the flu....'
"He replied: 'Never mind. Pray, and have a Good Resurrection,' the traditional Orthodox greeting during Great Lent in anticipation of Pascha 'Kali Anastasi' he said as he left.
"The church care-taker came running to me and said 'Father Nektarios, the old man who just left resembled St. Nektarios himself! His eyes flew flames. It seems to me that was St. Nektarios and he came to help you....'
"I thanked her thinking that she said this to console me. But deep down something was wrong. I sent her along with the icon painter to find the unknown man and quickly bring him back. I walked into the sanctuary and venerated the Crucified One the icon of Christ on the Cross in every Holy Altar crying, and once again asking Christ to heal me. Their footsteps stopped: 'Father, the Elder has come!'
"I tried to kiss his hand, but out of humilty he did not let me. He bent and kissed my own! I asked him: 'What is your name?'
"'Anastasios, my son,' he said, relating his baptismal name that he had before he become a monk....
"I led him to venerate the holy relics. He took out a pair of glasses with only one arm, and as soon as we saw them we were amazed! They were the same glasses of St. Nektarios that we had in the case with the holy relics. They were given to me by the old Gerontissa Eldress Nektaria of the monastery in Aegina.
"'Belief is everything!' said the stranger, as he put on his glasses.
"He began with reverence to embrace all the holy relics as the church care-taker showed, except for the relics of St. Nektarios, which he passed over....
"'Geronta, forgive me,' I said, 'but why don't you venerate the miraculous Saint Nektarios?'
"He turned and looked at me smiling. I asked him: 'Where are you staying Geronta?'
"He showed me the ceiling, where we were building the new church dedicated to St. Nektarios, saying: 'My house is still not ready and I'm worried. My position does not allow me to live here and there....'
"'Geronta, I must confess, you were told a lie earlier. I have cancer! But I want to get well, to make the Holy Altar, to finish the Church first, and then I can die....'
"'Do not worry,' he told me. 'I'm leaving now. I'm going to Paros an island in Greece to venerate St. Arsenios and to visit Fr. Philotheos Zervakos,' he added, starting to leave and passing by the big icon without giving it a second thought....
"I stopped him and put my hands to his face.
"'My Geronda, my Geronda, your face looks exactly like St. Nektarios who is honored here in our church....'
"Then, tears rolled from his eyes. He crossed me and embraced me with his hands. Taking courage I opened my hands to hug him. But when I spread out my hands, and while I was watching I could see him before my face, my arms closed back to my chest! The hairs then stood up on my arms and I crossed myself!
"I said again: 'O my Geronta, I beg you, I want to live to do my first Liturgy. Help me to live....'
"He left from being close to me and stopped in front of his icon and said: 'Oh, my child Nektarios, don't worry. It is a passing trial, and you will be well! The miracle which you are asking for will happen, and it will be told to the whole world. Don't be afraid....'
"Immediately he left us by walking through a closed door....
"The women ran to catch up to him. They reached him at the bus stop. He went inside and disappeared before the bus left!"
This story is always told by Fr. Nektarios Vitalis, a respected and reliable person, in the presence of witnesses. Fr. Nektarios eventually became well - to the amazement of doctors, radiologists, and forecasters of death. Because above all is Christ, our living God, and our intercessors before God, the Saints, plus our Mother the Panagia!
For "where God wills, the laws of nature are overcome...."