I tell you the truth, I should have died in 1967

 I tell you the truth, I should have died in 1967. I was forty-seven years old at the time, I had had four surgeries, and I had to die.

St. David, my children, is very wonderful. To another, he has given his light, to another he has led to repentance and has done many more miracles. May you have the blessing and desire of the Saint.
To a woman, he gave his light and healed her leg, which was swollen and turned into a drum. He appeared to her in a dream, and not knowing his name, she called upon him.
Another woman, he had no children. He leaned against the relics of the saint and said: "My holy one, physician of souls and bodies, give me a child." In time she had a child.
When his Saint Cara goes out for Lent, it always rains in the village, even if the sun is scorching all day.
The saint, in faith, works miracles. At "thy faith save thee..." a miracle happens. That's why people always have Thanksgiving masses.
Truly I tell you that I should have died in 1967. I was forty-seven years old then.
I had been operated on four times and I should have died. My appendix burst. I was in a monastery for eight days. When the appendix bursts, does one live?
I lived. We had no telephone, no doctor, no one, I had as my senior doctors St. David and St. John the Russian, they helped me in '67.
And now again with so much suffering that I am experiencing, the Grace of the Saint is helping me again. When I say I am mortal, dead, dead and buried, he gives me courage and I stand on my feet.
All I can do is two spiritual things to say to a Christian. The miracles of the saint, dear fathers, and devout Christians, are many.
I have had vertigo for many years, but I do not count the sufferings of the present time.
I am patient, and I also take medicine. With the medication I take, my blood pressure drops and I feel drowsy every morning at church, but I always fight through.
"Blessed be the name of the Lord." "He who loves, the Lord chastens." "God tests." "Praise God." There are so many miracles happening here. In January, a saint performed a miracle in London.
A devout prayerful man had liver cancer and they prayed to St. David.
Needless to say, they came to the monastery to crucify them with St. Cara, and, oh miracle, he was healed and is now in very good health.
Five days ago a man passed from Larisa, he had a severe stomach ailment.
He asked me, but I don't go, I'm a bit of a shunner so I don't have ambition and all that and the world sees me.
I told Pope Cyril, and he crucified him with St. Kara. By the time Larissa is contacted, the man has made a full recovery.
He comes again the next day and says, "You helped me Father, by the Grace of the Holy One, and I have come to tell you about the miracle of the Saint. I am healed and completely recovered, and I have come to thank him."
. your own works in many estates."
From the iconostasis, my children, a knocking was heard in the afternoon.....
In other words, the holy icon comes out of the iconostasis, pardon me, and there is a monk standing at the north gate of the altar, where Major Michael is, and he says: "
My father, do not grieve, because the greatest illness for a man is calamity."
And he immediately afterward disappeared and went to his place on the screen.
I teach you this, my children, know that man's greatest disease is calamity.
From the book: Old Jacobos (Stories - Novels - Testimonies)