For the entire believing population, regardless of material and financial status, of any gender and age, the miraculous icon of Spyridon of Trimifunts, the great righteous man and intercessor of the people, is popular. Saints help all people who believe in them, everyone without exception. For saints, all people are equal.
Memorial Day: December 25
What does the icon of Spyridon of Trimifuntsky help with?
Despite the fact that Saint Spyridon was born far outside of Russia, there is an icon of the miracle worker in almost every church in Moscow. You can often see the icon of St. Spyridon in Russian churches. The icon of Spyridon of Trimifun located in the house can protect those living in it from troubles and illnesses. The miraculous icon of Spyridon of Trimifuntsky helps to cope with any difficulties in life, difficult situations, illnesses and ailments, and gain the strength to live.
Due to the fact that Spiridon helped people a lot during his life, the Lord endowed him with the ability to help mortals after death and continue to help them in solving various life issues. He was known as a righteous man and also a just ruler, a protector of people. That is why there are even prayers to Spyridon of Triphythous for money.
Many people hang the icon of Spyridon of Trimythous, which helps with simple household chores in the house
The goal is to bring faith into everyday life, not to lose justice and righteousness in such simple aspects as housekeeping and relationships with other people.
Life and miracles
The life of the saint surprises with its miracles. If you believe the legends, he tamed the elements, prevented droughts, healed people and more than once raised the dead. Spiridon was born into a peasant family and, like his parents, was meek and humble, working on fertile land, cultivating grain. That is why on the icon of Spyridon of Trimifuntsky, in addition to his face, grain fields are depicted. Spiridon was married for a short time, but his wife died early, the Lord did not give her a long life. Despite this, Spyridon did not become embittered with the Lord, but continued to profess honesty, generosity and mercy.
There are known facts that Spiridon divided all his few incomes among the poor. For his generosity, the Lord endowed him with the ability to heal people from illnesses. Sometimes one word was enough to heal or resurrect, so strong was its power. Often believers can see the icons of Nicholas the Wonderworker and Spyridon of Trimifuntsky together, since these saints are similar in the abundance of their miracles and mercy towards people.
For such merits, Spiridon was appointed bishop in the city where he lived, Trimifunt. But, even being in such a high position, Spiridon continued to work in the fields, give his income to the poor and work miracles. He died in 348 while praying.
During his life, the miracle worker visited many countries: Egypt, Syria, many European countries. He was merciful to everyone, both pagans and fellow believers. Many, thanks to him, began to believe in the Lord and received Baptism.
Intercession of Saint Spyridon
Even today, people who have heard about the miracles performed by Spyridon of Trimythous begin to pray to him and believe in help from misfortunes and troubles. The icon of the Wonderworker Spyridon of Trimifuntsky has high significance for believers and helps everyone who calls on it for help. Modern people receive intercession and moral uplift from the miracle worker.
The relics of the Wonderworker Spyridon of Trimifuntsky are located on the island of Corfu, in the cathedral named after him. December 25 is the day of veneration of the saint. By the way, there are interesting facts not only regarding the icon of St. Spyridon the Wonderworker of Trimifunt, but also regarding his relics, or rather shoes.
Shoes are replaced every year as shoes wear out. Believers cannot find a rational reason for this fact, but, one way or another, shoes have to be changed. This only emphasizes the miraculous nature of the relics and images. It is believed that the saint continues to this day to wander in the world and help believers.
It is not always necessary to go to Greece in order to venerate this saint, because... in Moscow, the miraculous icon of Spyridon of Trimifuntsky is located in the St. Danilovsky Monastery and in Bryusov Lane, where the Church of the Resurrection is located. The saint's famous shoes are also periodically brought to the capital.
Miraculous icon and cancer with relics
The face of the holy wonderworker rests on the iconostasis of every Orthodox church. Spiridon always responds to heartfelt prayer.
What can you pray to Saint Spyridon for:
- Prayer for the fulfillment of what you want
- Prayer for housing
- Prayer for work
The relics of the saint are located on the Greek island of Corfu in a church consecrated in his honor. The right hand (right hand) of Spyridon of Trimifuntsky rests in Rome. Over the centuries, the saint's body remains incorruptible, his temperature is always 36.6 degrees. Through the glass of the shrine, the hair, skin and teeth of the saint are clearly visible. Scientists are still unable to explain the phenomenon of the incorruptibility of the saint’s body. The clergy periodically change the clothes and shoes in which the saint is dressed, because they often wear out.
Cancer with the relics of Spyridon of Trimifuntsky
There is a legend among the people that the great saint sometimes goes to travel around the world and helps those in need.
The sarcophagus is locked and open only for worship by Orthodox Christians. It is decorated with countless ornaments made of silver and gold, which is people’s gratitude for Spiridon’s miracles through their prayers.
In Moscow, in one of the churches of the Danilov Monastery, a shrine is kept - the saint’s shoe, brought from Corfu. From time to time, clerics notice that it wears out, as if the miracle worker wore it during his wanderings around the world.
The icon kept in the Moscow Church of the Resurrection of the Word is marked by miracles. In its center is depicted an ark carrying part of the holy relics of Spyridon. It happened that one day a temple servant was praying fervently before the face and suddenly saw the door of the relics open. The woman repeated her request again - the door closed and the request was soon fulfilled.
Prayers to Saint Spyridon of Trimythous
Troparion, tone 1
At the Council of Pervago, you appeared as a champion and wonderworker, / Our Father to God-bearing Spyridon. / Moreover, you cried out to the dead in the grave / and you turned the serpent into gold, / and you always sang holy prayers to you, / you had angels co-serving with you, most sacred. Glory to Him who gave you strength,/ glory to Him who crowned you,/ glory to Him who works through you healing to all.
Kontakion, tone 2
Vulnered by the love of Christ, most sacred, / your mind was fixed on the dawn of the Spirit, / through your diligent vision you found your deed, O God-accepting, / the Divine altar became, / asking for the Divine radiance to all.
Prayer
Oh, great and wonderful saint of Christ and wonderworker Spyridon, Kerkyra praise, the whole universe, bright lamp, warm to God, prayer book and to all who come running to you and pray with faith Hey, quick intercessor! You gloriously explained the Orthodox faith at the Council of Nicaea among the Fathers, you showed the trinity of the Holy Trinity with miraculous power and you completely put the heretics to shame. Hear us sinners, the saint of Christ, praying to you, and by your strong intercession with the Lord, deliver us from every evil situation: from famine, flood, fire and deadly plagues. In your time of life you delivered your people from all these disasters: you saved your country from the invasion of the Hagarians and from famine, you saved the king from an incurable illness and saved many You brought sinners to repentance, you gloriously raised the dead, and for the holiness of your life there were angels , invisibly in the church singing and serving with you, you had. Therefore, Lord Christ, glorify you, your faithful servant, for all the secret human deeds have been granted to you to understand and to expose those who live unrighteously. You diligently helped many who lived in poverty and lack, you nourished the poor people abundantly during the famine, and you also fed many signs with the power of the living Spirit of God in you. You created life. Do not forsake us either, Saint of Christ, remember us, your children, at the Throne of the Almighty and beg the Lord to grant forgiveness to our many sins, a comfortable and peaceful life. m, the death of the belly is not shameful and peaceful, and eternal bliss in the future He vouchsafes us, so that we may send glory and thanksgiving to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, now and ever and unto the ages of ages. Amen.
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Spyridon of Trimifuntsky: miracle worker in a shepherd's cap. History of a miracle
I don't even know where to start. Perhaps from the very beginning. It was December. But not like this, festive gingerbread, with lights from shop windows and garlands, “Jingle Bells” from every speaker and gently fluttering snowflakes.
On the contrary, there was a cold, fine rain mixed with sharp ice, a mess of melted snow, water and salt churned underfoot, and the light of passing cars hit the eyes, almost completely blinding and disarming. There were a little more than three weeks left before Christmas, but there was no festive mood at all: only melancholy and despondency, bordering on despair.
I was returning home and my mood matched the disgusting weather. Tears blurred my eyes, my nose was sore (either the flu was creeping up, or something else), my feet in suede boots were completely wet, and I don’t know where the Toyota came from, doused me, who jumped out of the trolleybus, with dirty slurry from head to toe. I think you can roughly imagine my situation.
Frankly, the reason for this state of mind was not only the suddenly deteriorating weather and appearance - I had been unsuccessfully looking for a job for a long time. Neither excellent recommendations, nor a decent track record, nothing helped - for three months now the situation looked like a vicious circle.
No, I didn’t sit idly by - I had some part-time jobs and we had enough to buy bread. But recently, the picture has been complicated by my mother’s illness, which drained almost all my savings, my husband’s long-term business trip, and the unexpected whim of the landlady of the apartment we were renting at that time in the form of an increase in rent.
We've been renting an apartment for about five years now, and up to this point we've been managing our debits and credits quite well. But in the last six months, troubles have been falling on us like from an untied bag.
Here it must be said that we did not have our own housing and did not expect to have it in the near future. We, of course, saved up some money to purchase it, but it was on deposit and the available funds were still negligible, due to the inhumanly high prices for real estate in our city. We've been renting an apartment for about five years now, and up to this point we've been managing our debits and credits quite well. But in the last six months, troubles have been falling on us like from an untied bag.
Before the husband left, a family council was held. My daughter had already seen her tenth dream, and we were all sitting in the kitchen, deciding what to do next. It would be unreasonable to change our beloved two-room apartment in a wonderful area with excellent transport links and a five-minute walk from the school, so we decided to tighten our belts until everything gets better. But for some reason this “everything” was in no hurry to get better, and I desperately ran around for interviews. Everything was wrong and wrong.
The last straw was the situation in the bookstore, when our generally completely capricious girl, looking at the luxurious edition of Vsevolod Nestaiko’s works, sighed bitterly and, squeezing my hand, quietly whispered: “Mom, I understand everything, we can’t afford this.” . That's when it hit me.
A disgusting feeling, I tell you, is your own powerlessness. But once in my childhood, which, by the way, took place in those very 90s, when my parents could not afford to please me with something very desirable because of six-month delays in salaries, I thought: when I grow up, my children will will have everything. And I grew up, and have children, but what can I do? Yes, nothing at all,” feeling sorry and reproaching myself, I trudged home, sending my daughter to her grandmother’s for the day off.
A disgusting feeling, I tell you, is your own powerlessness.
The apartment greeted me with warmth and the joyful meowing of the cat, but my soul was still sad. I decided to deal with despondency in a purely feminine way: to occupy myself with cleaning. I was just wiping the dust off the bookcase when my eye caught a stack of thin books that were clearly not ours, with numbers on the covers, obviously from the church choir library.
“Akathist to St. Spyridon of Trimifuntsky, the Wonderworker” - I read the title lying on top - my husband probably took it for something. I was, so to speak, familiar with Saint Spyridon in absentia before, but I never turned to him in prayer. It’s strange, but to this day I don’t know what attracted me then to that brochure, why I opened it, and how it happened that, putting the rag aside, I knelt down and began to read the akathist.
“Glorified by the Lord to the saint and miracle worker Spyridon! Now we celebrate your all-honorable memory, as we are able to do much to help us through Christ who glorified you, we tenderly cry out to you: deliver us from all troubles and evils, and with thanksgiving We call to you: Rejoice, Spyridon, wonderful miracle worker,” - like a cold bandage on a hot wound, The first lines resonated with me. It became calm and somehow... warm, or something.
I was on my knees in complete disarray, there was a vacuum cleaner and a mop nearby, but the words of the prayer flowed steadily and calmly: “Rejoice, for you have illuminated the wise; Rejoice, for you have renewed the hearts of the simple. Rejoice, glory to the Orthodox and to the Church unshakable affirmation; Rejoice, adornment of the fathers, glory and praise of the reverent priests.”
My prayer and supplication were listened to and heard - it felt completely clear.
“Rejoice, Spyridone, wonderful miracle worker,” I repeated the final words, sniffling.
“Living your life in squalor and poverty, you were a nourisher and helper to the poor and poor, and, for the sake of love for the poor, you turned a serpent into gold and gave it to those who needed your help cabbage soup Marveling at this miracle, we cry out to God in gratitude: Alleluia,” - never in my life have I read akathists with such emotions as then. My heart was filled with a feeling whose name I don’t know, but it replaced the despondency, irritation, discontent, and despair that surrounded me on all sides.
My prayer and supplication were listened to and heard - it felt completely clear. Honestly, I don’t remember how long this “dialogue” with Saint Spyridon lasted, but that night, for the first time in recent weeks, I fell asleep calmly and peacefully.
...A simple shepherd who became a bishop - a shepherd of human souls, and at the same time did not leave his four-legged flock to graze. A man on whose table there was sometimes nothing but a piece of bread, but the door of his house always remained open for the orphaned, hungry and wandering. The owner, who let him go in peace and thanked the thieves who had robbed his modest household and miraculously remained motionless until the morning revealed their crime. A miracle worker in a shepherd's cap woven from bark, turning a snake into an ingot of gold and saving Cypriots from drought and famine. A sage who did not know how to read or write, but who managed by the power of God's wisdom and a piece of clay plinth - a simple brick - to testify to the three hundred participants of the Ecumenical Council, the greatest minds of his time, about the immutable holiness of the Trinity and the falsity of the teachings of Arius. The saint, before whom the waters of the river parted as he hurried to the aid of an innocent man condemned to death, who was co-served by angels; bringing the dead back to life and healing the terminally ill. Quick to help, source of countless miracles, wonderful miracle worker. All this is about him - about Saint Spyridon of Trimythous.
Cases of his help in our days are retold from mouth to mouth, including the amazingly moving story about his “walking around the world”: the shrine with the relics of the saint is closed with two locks, which are opened by two keys at the same time. Priests caring for the shrine testify to frequent cases when the key does not turn in the lock for some time, and then, as if nothing had happened, it opens the shrine. At this moment, it is believed in Corfu, Spyridon of Trimifuntsky “went away” to help someone. That’s why the saint’s shoes are worn down, and the clothes on the relics wear out.
After googling, I hung my nose: the level of the company gave every reason to doubt that a specialist with my little experience would be suitable for them.
...I read that akathist two more times - not because of some sacred meaning of the number three - I just didn’t have time anymore. In the evening I checked my mail and saw a new letter - a specialized international publishing house was expanding and was looking for a literary editor; his chief editor, having become interested in my resume on one of the job search sites, which I myself had forgotten about, invited me to an interview.
After googling, I hung my nose: the level of the company gave every reason to doubt that a specialist with my little experience would be suitable for them. But, nevertheless, I decided to go.
Closer to lunch the next day, citizens passing by one of the office centers of our city could observe an entertaining picture: a young woman was dancing in some strange dance, jumping and stomping, joyfully shouting something into the phone. It was me. So, in the most amazing way, Saint Spyridon sent me consolation and help.
And a week later a specialist from the employment service called and reported a vacancy in a place where I had never dreamed of going - our small town and total unemployment left no chance for such offers to appear. That same day I sat in the director’s office and wrote an application for the position. As it turned out, my knowledge from my previous job was very useful here. My daughter and I celebrated the coming Sunday - the day of remembrance of St. Spyridon - in the church. The husband had not yet returned from his business trip, but the prospect of tomorrow no longer seemed hopeless and dull.
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It took me two years to decide to talk about this experience. Since then, a lot has changed in the life of our family. We moved to another city, with God’s help we found our own home and live, learning to thank the Lord for every day. And the story you just read is not a vanilla story with a movie-like sweet happy ending. This is my humble gratitude to the saint, who so clearly extended a helping hand to us that, if I were not a believer, I would never have believed in such a thing.
However, now knowing about many similar and, at times, much more incredible cases of his intercession for our simple earthly needs - housing, work, financial problems, health - I never cease to be amazed at the closeness and down-to-earthness in the good sense of the word of St. Spyridon of Trimythous.
