When I was a missionary in the Arctic, I had to baptize the Eskimos. They were very eagerly baptized and said: "We know that the Russian God is the best." We have seen Him more than once. "
"How so?" - I ask.
"But we somehow got lost in the taiga, the snowstorm, the dogs slept in the harness - it means the end!" And suddenly something was lightening ahead - the old man is coming! The dogs started and followed him, and he led us to the yurt.
Another time were sinking in the sea. Again, suddenly that bright old man appeared at the helm and led us to the shore, and they told us that it was probably a Russian God.
When they took the fish to the city, they went to the Russian church, saying: "Show us your gods." We were told that they have one God and can not see Him. "And whom did we see? .." We were taken to the temple. And here on the wall we see - there, here he is, here he saved us !! We were told to call him Nicholas."
"So," Vladika added with tears, emotion, "St. Nicholas before us sinners was a missionary there."
From conversations of His Eminence Innokentiy (Yastrebov)
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