The coffin was open and among the many pilgrims I seen a younger modern-type, with lengthy hair, biker garments and an investigative look. He stood severe, concentrated in entrance of the Saint and checked out him immobile for some minutes. Then, with out providing veneration, he left.
“Father, one thing stunning has occurred to me.”
“What my youngster?” I replied.
“Father, I had doubt inside me. I stood in entrance of Saint Gerasimos and mentioned to myself: Now, what are you, a saint or a mummy? If you’re a saint, I desire a signal. Can you make this blue summer season sky rain?
Only should you do, I’ll consider that you’re a saint.
And my father, I did not handle to achieve the sycamore tree with my bike and I felt drops on my face.
I finished, appeared up and what do I see?
A bit cloud, alone within the blue sky, just a little cloud, proper above me, pouring its rain!
I felt ashamed, as if I had blasphemed, however on the identical time I used to be joyful! I made a flip and got here again, my father, to admit it to you, to make an apology and to venerate Saint Gerasimos, who agreed to offer me, so instantly, an indication!”
Source: Translated by John Sanidopoulos.
of the Mystagogy Resource Center.