Mykyta Rakytnianskyi | May 13, 2026
Prayer to the saints is a plea
for a hand in the darkness, when we ourselves can no longer rise toward God.
To many, it seems that Heaven is
arranged like a government office. God cannot be reached directly, so one has
to file a petition with the relevant ministry – to St. Nicholas for travel
matters, to St. Tatiana for student concerns, to Blessed Matrona or the Great
Martyr Panteleimon for health.
If God is all-powerful and hears
every word, why do we need intermediaries, long lists of names, troparia,
akathists? Why not simply tell God everything without witnesses? The answer to
this question is not found in canons; it lies in the realm of our spiritual
life.
God is not a president
The habit of projecting earthly
bureaucracy onto Heaven is remarkably stubborn. The state has taught us: you
cannot get through to the head of state; first comes the office, then the
clerk, then the deputy minister, while the president himself is far away and
unreachable. And so a person leaves the passport office and enters a church –
and inside, the same mechanism is already at work. “I will never get through to
God; He is too busy. I’ll pray to St. Nicholas – he handles these matters.”
But God is not busy with detached
management of galaxies.
Any clerk at a district clinic
is obliged to accept our paperwork – while God attends to each of us
continuously, with a fullness of attention that not even any mother possesses.
He has no queue and no office
hours. His door is always open. So why, then, do we need the saints?
The lesson of Cana of Galilee
The answer comes in the scene of
a village wedding in Cana of Galilee. A poor family. In the middle of the
feast, the hosts run out of wine, and a simple human shame appears: there is
nothing left to pour for the guests. And then the Mother of God says to Her
Son: “They have no wine” (John 2:3).
What follows is strange. Christ
replies: “My hour has not yet come” (John 2:4). In other words,
this miracle was not part of His messianic plans. And yet He performs it. Why?
Because His Mother asked Him.
Not because God did not know –
He knows all things. But because the love of a righteous heart for people
caught in embarrassment, according to the experience of the Church, is able to
enter into God’s plans and draw a miracle after it.
God responds to the compassion of
the Mother of God and does what, it seems, He had not intended to do.
This is the simple key. It
matters to God that love should flow between people. And He is ready to work
miracles in response to that current of love.
The faith of friends
The house in Capernaum where
Christ was teaching was packed full – there was no way in, neither through the
door nor through a window. Four men brought their paralyzed friend on a
stretcher and saw that they could not enter. Then they did something astonishing:
they climbed onto the roof, tore it open, and lowered the stretcher right down
before the Teacher.
“And when Jesus saw their
faith, He said to the paralytic, ‘Son, your sins are forgiven you’” (Mark 2:5).
Not “seeing his faith.” Seeing their faith – the faith of the four men who
carried their friend in their arms and tore open someone else’s roof.
The paralyzed man could not
believe – most likely, he lay there in despair. His friends believed. And
Christ healed him because they did not give up.
The saints are those very
friends who hold our stretcher when we ourselves lie paralyzed.
We have no strength to rise
toward God; perhaps we do not even have faith. But they believe for us. And
their faith often has greater weight precisely when we are powerless.
The antimension and relics
In the first centuries,
Christians hid in the catacombs of Rome. They celebrated the Liturgy
underground, in corridors where niches had been carved into the walls for the
bodies of murdered martyrs. And here is the astonishing thing: the first
Christians consciously chose the stone tomb of a martyr for the Eucharist. They
served on it, turning the burial slab into an altar.
The first Christians did this
because they believed that the martyr beneath the altar was there beside them
and shared in the Table. The wall between the world of the living and the world
of the departed, which seems impenetrable to us, was for them as permeable as
vapor.
This tradition is alive today.
Every Orthodox antimension – the rectangular cloth on which the Liturgy is
celebrated – contains a sewn-in particle of a martyr’s relics. Without it, the
Eucharist cannot be served.
In every church where a
service is taking place, beside the Holy Table lies a tiny fragment of bone
from a person who gave his life for Christ. It is there as a sign of the holy
martyr’s presence at that service and of his spiritual communion with us.
This is called koinonia –
communion, fellowship, participation. It is the word the New Testament uses to
describe the Church as a living organism with one circulatory system. And in
that system there is no boundary between the living and the departed.
The icon as a window into
Heaven
In the iconographic tradition,
saints are always depicted facing forward or slightly turned – so that their
eyes can meet the eyes of the one praying. Demons, executioners, and Judas are
painted in profile, with only one eye and half the face visible. The refusal to
look into the eyes in iconography is a refusal of communion. The saint is
always turned toward us. An icon is, from the beginning, made as a window for a
two-way conversation.
As St. Silouan the Athonite said,
in Heaven everything lives and moves by the Holy Spirit. But on earth, too,
there is that same Holy Spirit: He lives in our Church, in the Sacraments, in
Scripture, in the souls of believers. The Holy Spirit unites everyone – and
therefore the saints are close to us. According to the elder’s testimony, when
we pray to them, they hear our prayers in the Holy Spirit, and our souls feel
that they are praying for us.
This is the experience of St.
Silouan, who spent years praying at night in his Athonite cell. And it is the
experience of anyone who, even once, has asked with childlike simplicity a
departed, God-loving grandmother: “Grandma, pray for us” – and then received in
response an inexplicable warmth in the heart, as though one had spoken with a
beloved person face to face.
A hand in the darkness
Psychologists observe that modern
people have thousands of “friends” on social media, instant access to any
corner of the world – and yet an unprecedented loneliness. When things become
truly frightening, it turns out there is no one to call.
Christianity insists: the
closest, most empathetic, and most unfailing friends are those who died
centuries ago. They prove more real and nearer than the contacts in a
smartphone, and they have no connection problems.
When you are sitting in a cold
basement during an air raid alert, there are things others do for us: air
defense protects the sky, rescuers are ready to go out at any moment, neighbors
are anxious nearby. But in those moments, you need something else as well: for
someone on the bench simply to take your hand. Simply to place a warm palm over
yours, giving you hope.
When we pray to the saints, we
ask for the support of family. God is already with us. But God has made us,
together with the saints, one great family. And in a family, when one person is
suffering, the others come near, place a hand on the shoulder, and stand beside
them. Silently. Simply so that we know: we are not orphans.
Source:
https://spzh.eu/en/chelovek-i-cerkovy/93096-why-do-we-turn-to-the-saints-if-god-hears-us-directly
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