Napkin biography

We recently spoke with my friend Father Eugene about various accidents and coincidences. Or, conversely, - about no accident and non -coincidences. And about the Angel of the Guardian, who always is nearby and protects us in our path. And about the presence of God in human life. The fresco of the Temple of the Section of the Vladimir Icon of the Mother of God was spoke by phone, because the priest lives in new territories.

And in full -time we have not been possible in our last few years. Either Covid, then a special operation, then something else. But not simple, but gold, ”said Father Eugene with a smile in his voice. I have a story about napkins. But not simple, but gold.

But in fact, this story, although with a prosperous end for its participants, is still not fun. Father Eugene has a parishioner - Victor's name. Lives with his family in the village where the priest serves. And with all these events, when arrivals began, he sent his own to the Crimea for security purposes. Wife and son with a daughter -in -law. And he wounds between the peninsula and the village.

He has a small business there. And Father Eugene, the confessor, is also there. By the way, when I was in the Crimea in October with the youngest daughter Masha, this Victor met me at the station and took me to the sanatorium, give him God health. So I personally know him. But this is a small digression. The story is not so much about Victor as about his son Igor with the daughter -in -law.

There was a moment in the spring, probably, when his son and his wife also needed to go from Crimea to his village in new territories for a short while. Things decided, gathered back to the peninsula. They had already got into the car, and then Igor rang the phone. It was his friend - a fellow villager, who, through the guy, wanted to sacrifice his father Eugene a lot of packs of wet napkins.

Where he took them on such an industrial scale - a secret covered with darkness. But Father Eugenia really needs them, he has two lying at home. I already told this story. At the very beginning, his old parishioner broke his old parishioner. She got down, there was no one to care for, because they lived together with her daughter - also a heavy, lying mental disabled person, who himself requires every minute care.

Father Eugene and mother thought, prayed. And they took them to themselves. Around the shells are torn, it is not clear what is next, and they also have two lying people at home now. Well, how? Can't you quit people? Around the shells are torn, and they also have two lying now. In general, for these two patients with the priest, the “wagon” of moist napkins was like a manna heavenly, and the philanthropist, apparently, understood, so he stood up.

There was only one nuance. He himself did not want to go home with these napkins with these napkins, he referred to employment. So I asked Igor to put him in doing his good deeds. This scheme is well familiar to me: - Lena! We want to work hard to God - to sacrifice the centner of things Syrym and wretched. Could you come to our Kukuevo and take things to those wretched for a hundred kilometers?

It’s not difficult for you, you are still by car. For the sake of Christ, help us! And we are busy! Igor, too, with the particular desire to drag the napkins, did not burn. And I understand him. Because the priest, even in the village, serves them, but lives in another. And in order to get to his house, you need to do a small but hook. And Igor and his wife in the Crimea were in a hurry.

Well, what is you worth it? You are a believer. He began to take a rim, in general. They took the cargo from the fellow villager, he was thrown out to his father Eugene, he was happy, quickly blessed - and on the road. Half an hour lost. It was necessary to move through one settlement of the region. They drive up to the local checkpoint-and there are sea cars, some unrest.

Ambulance cars, police. Photo: Crimea. There were many arrivals, and some shells lay right on the road, on which Igor and his wife had to go. They heard this from afar, but they didn’t pay much attention, they are used to it already. Yes, and thought-aside somewhere. The shells lay right on the road, on which Igor and his wife had to go - the funnels were there - from the side of the road to the side of the road, ”Father Eugene told me.

Why the Lord saved these two, but there are no those, only he knows. But, perhaps, thanks to those napkins, which means that thanks to the thirty minutes that they lost, throwing them to me, they are alive and remained. And the priestly blessing has great power. Then they ordered the prayer to the Lord, the Guardian Angel, the Virgin and all the saints who were remembered. They thanked for their salvation.

And the commemoration of health for five years of that man with his napkins. If the Lord had not thought of taking them with great, it was not clear what would happen. I myself pray for him. I pray for all of them. Here is such a story about the coincidences - the father told me that day.