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Miracles of Saint Nicholas in Andros

The Monastery of St. Nicholas in Andros, Greece, was, according to tradition, built in the 8th century though it is not mentioned in any historical books until the 14th century. The monastery houses an icon of St. Nicholas, and some of his relics; the icon was written by a nun named Leondia who wove her own hair into the icon.


Monastery Church of Agios Nikolaos, Andros
Photo: Nikos Nektarios Vamvoukos
Used by permission

The Holy Oil

Every year on St. Nicholas' feast-day, Abbot Dorotheos gives out little packets of blessed wheat from the lity in honor of the saint. A few years ago, just as he had given out the last packet, a local fisherman came in and hurried to the altar to receive his wheat. Instead, the abbot gave him a small bottle of oil from the [lamp] hanging over the saint's icon. The fisherman put it in his coat pocket and left. A few weeks later he was at sea when a sudden storm arose. Although he was a skilled sailor, the storm became violent and, unable to get to shore, he feared that his boat would capsize. He began to pray to St. Nicholas, and remembering the holy oil, took the bottle from his pocket and poured it into the sea. Immediately the wind ceased, and in a short time the water around the boat was as smooth as glass. The fisherman sailed back to Andros, giving thanks for the saint's intercession.

Fish for the Feast

In the 1980's, Father Dorotheos was acquainted with the abbot of a small skete on Mount Athos near Karelia where there is a church dedicated to St. Nicholas. On one of the saint's feast-days, however, there was no fish, and the monks were left with only beans and bread for the celebration. Fr. Damaskenos, the abbot, was unhappy about keeping such a poor feast, and prayed to the saint, "I'm sorry, but we have no fish to honor you with." A few hours later a fisherman walked into the skete carrying a large bag of fish. Setting the bag down, he said to the abbot, "These are for you." The abbot asked where he had come from and the man replied that he was from the middle peninsula, but had been blown off-course while fishing and landed miles away on the Athonite coast. Knowing that he was too far from any settlement to get his fish to market before they spoiled, the fisherman was surprised to see an old man suddenly emerge from the woods, who asked him where he was from. The fisherman told his story and the old man replied that he would buy the fish. He paid him, and told the fisherman to take the fish to the skete "for my feast." The simple fisherman didn't think about the strange words until the abbot asked him what the old man had looked like. Pointing to an icon of St. Nicholas, he replied, "Like that." The monks celebrated the feast with great joy, and the abbot, in relating the story to Father Dorotheos, told him that to his great regret, he had not thought to ask the fisherman to trade him the money given to him by the saint.

The "Old Grandfather"

One woman from Thessalonica came to the monastery a few years ago and told Abbot Dorotheos and the monks that one day, while walking to church with her four year-old son, the child was attracted by something in the road and letting go of her hand, darted into the busy street. A huge truck was approaching, and just before it hit him she screamed out for St. Nicholas. After the truck passed over her son's body, she ran terror-stricken into the road, expecting to find him dead. Instead, he stood up seemingly unscathed, and when she asked him if he was hurt he said matter-of-factly, "Oh no, the old grandfather laid on top of me in the road."

The Guardian at the Gate

About twenty years ago, when Father Dorotheos was living alone in the monastery, two of the monastery's tenant farmers became dissatisfied and irrationally demanded that they be granted clear title to their farms. If this didn't happen, they threatened, they would make trouble for the monastery. They were as good as their word and one night showed up intending to break in. As they approached the big front gate (now fitted with a heavy wooden door and iron bars, but then only an open archway) they were met by an old man, slightly balding, with gray hair and beard, wearing a long brown cloak. He stopped them and said, "Go away, I'm here." The men rudely replied, "What's that to us? Out of the way, old man!" and started to push past him. He answered with the compelling command, "Look at me!" Surprised, they turned, and as they looked at him, rays of light shot from his eyes. Terrified, they ran to Apikia, the nearest village, where they told everyone they had seen the saint.

On the next St. Nicholas Day, not long after, one of the men brought a huge artos for the feast, and the abbot, smiling, asked him, "Are you still planning to make trouble for me?" Embarrassed, the man replied softly, "No," and gave the abbot his offering for the saint.

From Mystagogy by John Sanidopoulos. Used by permission.

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