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 Georgia, the prostitute asked to be taken where many bells rang

 

  It was six o'clock in the afternoon .. It was already night, when a girl unknown to me knocked on the door of my house persistently to open it.  I accepted her and asked what she would like.

 "Father, I want you to read me a wish."  Her face was confused, she spoke sharply.  She did not tell me many things, she just asked me to pray for her.

 We went to church and I read her a wish.  She left speechless without giving me further information about her life, nor sharing the reason she wanted me to read her wish.

 After three days, he came again.  She asked me to pray for her again.  We entered the Temple, I read her a wish and, when I finished, she asked me:

 "Father, are you afraid of me?"

 "No," I replied.  Her face was calmer than before.  She left again speechless with her head bowed.

 Three days passed and he came back late at night.  When I read her wish, I begged her not to come so late.  She looked at me and I saw her eyes full of tears.

 He said to me: "Father, I am a prostitute, this is my job.

 I do not move during the day, because everyone knows who I am and I am ashamed to move.

 That's why I came and came again in the evening.  I come to you because I feel good when I enter the Church.

 I want to tell you that the first time I came I felt an inexplicable force inside me and that night I did not sin.

 I have no connection with the Church, nor am I Orthodox. "

 Since then she left and I never saw her again.  Sometimes I would ask the guard if he saw this girl circulating in our city and he would answer in the negative.

 Six months passed and one afternoon she came again, supported by a friend.  He smiled when he saw me.  I recognized her immediately.

 I brought her and laid her on a bench we had in the Church.  As her friend explained to me, she asked for her help and said:

 "I want you to take me to the Orthodox Church, where many bells are ringing. Today I want you to take me, not tomorrow!"

 I looked at her and she said, "Your wish, father, your wish."  I immediately thought and asked her: "Do you want me to baptize you, to become a Christian?"

 He replied, "Yes, Father, you will give me much joy if you baptize me. God will help me."

 I started preparing for the baptism.  I gave her and she wore a tunic.

 After reading the Catechism, I baptized her "In the name of the Father and of God and of the Holy Spirit" and gave her the name Georgia.  I also wore a Cross for her and then I took out the Holy Communion we have in Artoforio and shared it.

 Her face was calm and happy.

 "Father," he said, "thank you very much. I praise God for this time, which required me to be baptized.

 The doctors got tired of my illness and told me to go home.

 I ask God to forgive me for everything I did in my life.

 Please, father, I want to take this tunic with me so that they can wear it when I die.  I do not want anything else! "

 I admired hearing these words and gave her the tunic.  Her friend thanked me, took Georgia and they left.

 As they were leaving, I saw the time.

 It was 6:30 in the afternoon.

 Two hours passed and they came to inform me that Georgia the prostitute was asleep.

 God called her to the Kingdom of Heaven!

 Our God is just, he prepared it in a way that our mind cannot comprehend.

 People insulted her, everyone considered her rubbish.

 But not its Creator.

 We buried her with the baptismal robe and her cross.  How beautiful our Georgia was!

 Another is the justice of God and another of men.  God does not want to lose a single soul as long as he recognizes him as Savior and Redeemer ".

 The event of the baptism and death of Georgia was narrated to us in a letter by Fr. Chariton Musungayi from Goma, Eastern Congo.