This is a genuine and true story of the Holy Vase, that carries inside it the image of Jesus Christ very clearly.

Around 1889, my great-grandfather visited St. Catherine Monastery in Sinai desert which is considered by many to be the second most sacred site in the whole world after the Vatican. He met there a holy man, who was very spiritual and appreciated my Great-grandfather's strong faith - he stayed with him at the Monastery sometime and they became good friends. When my Great-grandfather was going home the Holy man asked him to come back again to visit him in the Monastery, he (the Holy man) was at the time in his late 80's and My Great-grandfather was afraid that he will not be able to make the long trip back in time - but he promised to try.

Then two years later, my Great-grandfather felt very strongly a need to go back and visit the Holy man perhaps for the last time. When he reached the Monastery and he found the Holy man was still living but he was very ill. He was very thankful that my Great-grandfather came back, and told him about a vision he had. In his vision, he saw Jesus speaking to him, telling him that his life is coming to an end and that he will be soon joining the saints in heaven - so he needed to pass on this Holy Vase to someone he trusted. The Image of  Jesus that had apeared to him in his vision was the same image seen on the Holy Vase. The holy man was very humble, according to my great-grandfather, and had devoted his life to God - he had no children. He told my Great-grandfather that he trusted his faith and believed that he is the one who should keep this Holy Vase and entrusted him with it.
Two days later the Holy man fell into a coma, and my Great-grandfather stayed at his bedside until he passed away.

My great-grandfather then returned home from St. Catherine's monastery and kept it safely with him until he passed away, and entrusted it to his son, my grandfather - it has been with our family since. I am so blessed with its miraculous presence. When I was first entrusted with it from my father, he told me to keep it with me, and that it would bring miracles and blessings. Although I must admit I didn't believe very much in it at first, but promised to take care of it for the sake of my father. But the Holy Vase proved itself with true miracles.

I will give you only a few examples. Many years ago, I was about to board a plane, and the Holy Vase was in my briefcase - I never put it into the baggage compartment. Suddenly I was paged by the loudspeaker, and when I went to the counter, an attendant told me that they had received a call that there was an emergency at my home and I had to go back immediately to take care of it. She didn't know more details, but I was convinced as she indicated the caller sounded very urgent. I took my things and returned home as fast as I could, but no one was at home, and soon learned that no one of my family or friends had called the airport. But the real surprise was when I found out that the very flight I just missed crashed shortly after take-off, killing about 20 people and injuring many others.

Another incident occurred when I was driving on the freeway in fog with poor visibility, and suddenly out of the fog in front of me I found a car speeding towards me head-on. At the same instant, which seemed like an eternity, I saw the same image of Jesus that appeared in the Holy Vase on the windshield, filling me with a sense of calm and the other car inexplicably swerved and went airborne into the side of the road, avoiding a definite collision. Then I remembered another thing - the Holy Vase was with me again in my briefcase!

Lately, we were in the midst of a cyclone storm which had spawned many tornadoes, and our house began to rattle and parts of it flew off, water started entering from the roof, and I was terrified that the roof would tear off, so I decided to leave and take what little I could, and ran and took my family into the car, but as I pulled out of the driveway, the visibility was almost nil and I heard on the radio that the storm winds may shift soon, so I decided to wait for a few minutes until I can see better. Then suddenly I saw the same exact image as if commanding me to go back home immediately! I then remembered that I had forgotten the Holy Vase at home, so I took my family and ran back home to get it, and turned off the engine. Once we entered the house, we heard a huge crash - it was a giant tree that fell suddenly and crushed the car in the same location I had been in moments before. I realized that God Almighty had saved our lives.

The very last thing I saw, the same image of Jesus inside of it very, very vividly, came to me while on my sofa where I dozed off with the prayer beads in my hand, and he told me that the earth will shake in the eastern part of the globe just after Christmas and it will cause a lot of sorrow. And that it will happen where many people are gathered, that was on the 23rd of December 2004. When the tsunami struck in the Indian Ocean on December 26, I was totally stunned, as it came so soon after what I had seen and heard - and the sheer magnitude of the disaster was striking. I felt that I must try to help.