Testimony of servant of God Elena M, Moscow, Russia
I believe the story I am about to tell did not happen
to me just by chance. As a consequence to that very
breakdown I turned to father Oleg, became a catechumen in a true Church of Saint John the
Theologian and got baptized two years later.
Some terrifying changes happened to my husband in his
attitude towards the family – he started hating both
our son and me. We had terrible scandals at home, he
was throwing things and money into our faces, shouting
how he hated us and wanted to get rid of us as soon as
possible. Being in despair, I was asking for advise
from Orthodox priests but they had nothing but excuses.
By divine providence I found Fr. Oleg's site.
I decided to write to father Oleg about my
sorrows and problems. Father replied with a warm
letter, the main idea of which was to "endure and
wait". After some time my husband admitted he was having an
affaire and he did not know what he had to do. But I
did know what I must do – endure and wait. Maybe I
should’ve divorced him immediately but father said to
"endure and wait" and I trusted his and God’s will. I
must tell you that tolerating all that, being worried
for my son and sick mother I was constantly in a state
close to hysterics (I could even come to the point
when I was seriously thinking whom I should kill – him
or myself?) After talking to father I obtained that
long ago forgotten feeling of peace.
After some time that woman stopped all relationships
with my husband and he started to change. Well... my son
and I haven’t seen such care about us for a long
time! As father said, my husband was under a strong
influence of evil powers (and I witnessed that each
and every day). Father did not promise anything but
the results were obvious: after his prayers my husband
confessed his affair, that woman left him without any
explanations, he changed his attitude towards me and
our son and now I see how happy he is to come home,
which he hated so badly before. This is the first
evidence of graceful power of father Oleg, which my
family and I have experienced by ourselves.
One year later I had an accident and experienced the
power of a prayer by father’s name.
One day I was driving home from our country house and
my car broke down. I could drive but with a terrible
noise – the exhaust pipe went off. I said to myself:
"Well, it could be worse" and continued driving. But
as soon as I reached the Moscow Ring road, all of the
car devices died out - lights and the most important –
windshield wipers (it was slightly raining that time).
Now I would like to describe a little a traffic in
Moscow. Every time you get in your car – consider
yourself on a battlefield. And this is not a joke.
Drunken drivers are quite common, at a speed of
120-160-180 km/h (who’s the fastest?), endless traffic
violations, rudeness, you can’t even be sure driving
on a green light – you never know who’ll fly against
you around the next corner. And the Moscow Ring road
is a giant highway with 5 lanes in each direction,
always packed up with cars, trucks, busses and
criminals waiting to "set-up".
This is the situation I found myself in. I try to
drive – can’t see anything, my windshield gets covered
with dirt from cars in front, I stop to clean the
windshield but in 10-20 seconds and it is dirty again.
I got in the car and started praying to God, God's
Mother and All Saints the way father told me to:
"Lord! By the prayers of my spiritual father, Father Oleg, help me to
get home!" So I prayed, calmed down and started my way home.
I was driving in a car with a windshield covered by
dirt, in a rain, making a terrifying rattle. I could
see only the stop-signals of a car in front of me. When
one car drove away I would find another one. I never
stopped praying all of my way – 54 (!) km.
I finally arrived home, drove into the backyard and
parked the car in front of our entrance. That moment I
stopped praying, said "Glory to God", the car died and
never started again. Those who drive and know Moscow
roads will agree that I did a thing impossible.
Servant of God Elena M.