11/18/2021
Sergei Seryubin
He saw my CDs, slowed down and, putting one foot on the ground, started scrutinizing the covers…All of a sudden he almost jumped: “Oh, are you the author?” He left his bike and rushed to hug me.
“You know,” Fr. Germogen thoughtfully said to me, “the first thing I said about being wounded was, ‘I forgive everyone.’”
My heart said to me: “She is standing invisibly beside you—ask, repent, implore and thank! She is listening to you attentively!”
As a former editor of an Orthodox newspaper, I had known about this particular episode from St. Andrew's life for seven years. And now I lived to see it materialize and try it on myself:
Who knows, what if this became the fourth—and the most unexpected and the most important miracle for me!!!
To say that I was dumbstruck is to say nothing. Of course, I looked around, but no one was there.
A few hours later, the door swings open, and besides Valentina, I see in the doorway… a priest! A classic Russian priest, of heroic build, in monastic clothing, with a piercing gaze and long raven-black hair.
When you are in a holy place and dealing with obvious ascetics, there is no point in trying to predict anything.