The icon exhibit opened today. It isn’t exactly a museum-perfect display, pretty amateur actually, but I learned a lot about presentation and promotion. The icons themselves are beautiful and prayerful.
I went over for the Grand Opening, and there were a fair number of people milling around the little store. Some of the other iconographers were there, and we chatted and enjoyed the refreshments and watched the people.
Over the murmur of voices I heard someone ask: “how can I get “reinkat’s” phone number?” I walked over and introduced myself. A woman was holding one of my greeting cards in her hand, the one of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. (Perhaps some of you remember reading about my icon of St. Nicholas last March, and the loss of the original image. To recap briefly, it was on display in a store, sold by mistake, and the buyer refused to return it.)
She held up the greeting card, looked me in the eye, and said “I have this. I want to give it back.”
I was floored. Absolutely shocked, to tell the truth, almost in tears. She said that she had cherished it, loved it, admired it, but felt that “he wants to come home.” She said she always felt that she should return it, if and when she was able to find the iconographer. And there we were. About two hours later, she dropped the icon off to me at work, whole and undamaged.
So I have my St. Nicholas the Wonderworker icon back with me now at last, many months later. Praise God! My prayers were answered, and I thank Him for this blessing. I think a little bit about it all, wondering how she could do what she did last spring, but I think the best course is to let it go, to continue to forgive, and to rejoice at the return of this Holy Image.