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St. Nicholas Day
Not so much an American holiday, but our present day (no pun intended) Christmas traditions are connected to this historical figure.
"Obeying Jesus' words to 'sell what you own and give the money to the poor,' Nicholas used his whole inheritance to assist the needy, the sick, and the suffering. He dedicated his life to serving God and was made Bishop of Myra while still a young man. Bishop Nicholas became known throughout the land for his generosity to those in need, his love for children, and his concern for sailors and ships." (St. Nicholas Center)
Ἅγιος Νικόλαος (Saint Nicholas) was born in Greek territory in southern Turkey around 270 AD and died on this day in 343 AD. He is buried in Italy (a church is dedicated to his memory there) . . . or in Ireland (as indicated by a tombstone that supposedly marks his grave).
One fact to remember: in his days, Christians were killed or imprisoned for their faith. Bishop Nicholas did not escape this persecution, experiencing both prison and exile.
Many stories are shared about how he provided aid for the sick and care for children. Some stories are quite imaginative and fantastic. His most well-remembered acts center on his habit of secretive gift-giving. The fact remains that Saint Nicholas has in some fashion remained an enduring example of faithfulness to care for the needy, the unfortunate, the falsely accused . . . . even sailors.
If you have the chance to be "Secret Santa" this year, think of how Saint Nicholas might be your role model for giving--what would someone really need?
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| Saint Nicholas Saves Three Innocents from Death (oil painting by Ilya Repin, 1888, State Russian Museum). |
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