St. Nicholas never wanted to be the Bishop of Myra. But God didn’t give him a choice.

The Road to Myra

Nicholas was young and wealthy. In his home town of Patara, that was enough to make him something of a celebrity. He’d never thought about it one way or another. It’s just the way things were. But when he made a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, he discovered the joy of obscurity.

In Bethlehem, in Jerusalem, nobody noticed him. Nobody cared who he was. He was young. He was dusty from travel. At the inn where he stayed, he wasn’t given the best seat at the table, the best portion of food. In the churches and other holy places, nobody made room for him. In fact, he was sometimes literally pushed out of the way.

And Nicholas was delighted. As a nobody, he saw more, he heard more. It was easier to give alms in secret, because nobody was watching him. In Patara, everyone watched his every move. Here, he could keep his left hand from knowing what his right hand was doing.

When he got back to Patara, he talked with his beloved uncle, the bishop, about his experiences in the Holy Land. And he told him that he wanted to leave Patara, and go to a larger city, where no one knew him. There, he could go to church and pray without distractions. He could give alms and do other works of mercy without notice. He could be unknown to the world and known only to God.

With his uncle’s blessing, he left for Myra.

The Vacant See

While Nicholas was in the Holy Land, the Bishop of Myra had died. According to custom, all the bishops in Lycia gathered to elect a new bishop. One name was proposed, and then another. A name that seemed fitting to one would be out of the question for another. Discussions turned into arguments. The bishops adjourned their deliberations, then reconvened. The See of Myra remained without a bishop.

One night, the oldest of the bishops had stood long at prayer, asking God to resolve the controversies and to provide a bishop for Myra as he had provided a wife for Jacob. Then he went to sleep.

As he slept, he heard a voice telling him to get up and go to the church, and to stand in the shadows in the back. The first person to enter, before Matins, would be a young man by the name of Nicholas. He was to be the Bishop of Myra.

And so the old bishop got up and made his way to the church. The sky had begun to change from black to gray when he arrived, and birds were starting to move in the trees. He went to the room where the bishops were gathering, and told the others what he had heard. He urged them to pray. Then he found a place in the nave, between the pillars, where he could see the door without being seen, and he waited.

An Encounter in the Shadows

When the sounds of the roosters and the servants told Nicholas that the day was beginning, he rose and dressed quietly, so as not to disturb the men who shared his room. In Myra, he could attend church for all of the services, and nobody noticed whether he was there or not. He liked it that way. And so he made it his custom to arrive at the church well before Matins. That way, he could stand and pray for the needs of the people he had met, and nobody would note his coming and going.

And so, in the gray light of the morning, he slipped through the door and turned towards his favorite spot in the darkness between the columns. And someone was there. A bishop.

The bishop spoke first. “What is your name, my son?”

“I am your servant Nicholas, your grace. A sinner only recently come to Myra.”

The bishop nodded. “God brought you to this city, and to this church, because he has chosen you to be the next bishop of Myra. Follow me.”

He turned and started walking quickly away. Nicholas stood frozen for a few moments, then followed him, quite certain that he had misunderstood what the man had said.

Out of Obscurity

The bishop led Nicholas to the room where all the bishops from around Lycia had gathered. When they entered the room, all conversations stopped. “May I introduce Nicholas,” the old bishop said. “He is the one God has chosen to be the next Bishop of Myra.”

The room was silent. Everyone stared at Nicholas. They noticed how young he was. They wondered. And then Nicholas spoke. “Thank you, your grace, but that’s quite impossible. I am too young to be a bishop. I do not have the experience required.” Some heads nodded, but no one spoke. Nicholas took a breath and continued. “I am not holy, as your graces are holy. My uncle was a bishop. I do not want to be a bishop. I have chosen to live in poverty and obscurity.”

“And yet,” the old bishop said, “God has chosen you to be the Bishop of Myra.”

Nicholas looked at the men around him. Everyone in the room seemed to share the same thought. Everyone but him.

“Your graces,” he began.

“Follow me,” the old bishop said again, and again Nicholas followed him. The other bishops followed Nicholas, forming something of a procession. The bishop led Nicholas into the nave, to the bishop’s seat. “You will sit here,” he said.

And Nicholas sat in the seat he was given. His dreams, his plans for his life were fading as surely as the sun was rising. It seemed that God had something else in mind.

More stories from the life of St. Nicholas

Here are links to my telling of more of the stories from the life of St. Nicholas:

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Stories from the Life of St. Nicholas: Learn how the stories we have about St. Nicholas developed over the centuries as they were told and retold by people who loved the saint.

Some of my favorite Christmas picture books: There are so many wonderful picture books about St. Nicholas and the Nativity. These are a few of my favorites.

Resources and reviews: Here’s a handy list of webpages and books where you can learn more about St. Nicholas, along with links to reviews of The Saint Nicholas Day Snow.

Charlotte Riggle, author of Catherine's Pascha and The Saint Nicholas Day Snow
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