At the time the relics of Venerable Seraphim of Sarov were uncovered in 1903, Bishop Dimitry of Kazan said: "Numerous miraculous signs of spiritual bounty, revealed after the prayers to the elder in blessed repose, indicated that even in our day the Lord has gifted our people with a generous and speedy intercessor. The Holy Church has universally approved and affirmed everyone's general belief in his holiness and intercessory power before God. Hereby we affectionately honor our Venerable father Seraphim and solemnly glorify the righteous man's holy memory. 'All the nations' of the land of Russia have long honored him with deep affection and reverence. Henceforward, this wondrous luminary, placed high at the candle-stand of the Orthodox Church, has warmed our hearts with his unearthly light, which enlightens the minds and brightens the one true pathway the seekers of spiritual renewal must choose to reach the heights of moral goodness."
Here is an eyewitness account of the events in Sarov: "The crowd was the thickest along the path arranged for the procession with the holy relics of the venerable father. On each side, the lame, the sick, and the ailing were seated. A big group of sickly hapless ones was stationed in front of me: right before me laid a small "heap" of a living being uttering a plaintive pitiful cry. A middle-aged woman, the mother of that lump by my feet, and a girl of 10 or 12 years old, stood beside her. The brighter the candles burned, the more anxiously the heart raced. There was no movement in the air. The sky, clear and cloudless, moved forward as if greeting a festal celebration of the people. It lit a myriad of its heavenly lanterns. Everyone felt enormous prayerful exertion. Waiting and hoping. Intense prayers wafted from each side of the over-crowded square: "Venerable Father Seraphim, pray to God for us!" "Help!" "Heal!" "Cure!"
But then from the depths of the church, where the relics of the venerable one rested before his glorification, we heard the first sounds of singing: "O glorious wonder! A champion of piety is revealed in Sarov, Seraphim the wondrous, our fervent intercessor before God. Rejoice, O monastery of Sarov… sing for joy, ye multitudes of Orthodox faithful…Rejoice, O luminary of the Russian lands..," "O come, ye assembly of the faithful, and let us glorify today with songs of praise our most wondrous father..," "Do not forsake us, Father Seraphim…"
Everything came alive. The intensity of the people's faith peaked. Hundreds of thousands of faithful were united in prayer. They beseeched Heaven and God asking their venerable father: "Help!" The holy Russian soul was languishing in its prayerful exuberance. It was as if the land trembled from this moaning. Would the heavens stay silent? And the One Who once appealed to us: "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest:" wouldn't He outstretch His mighty hand to us? Father Seraphim, our joy and our hope, would he stay silent or would he not come and respond to human distress and the tears of the afflicted? No, it cannot be so! Everyone believed, everyone waited: there would be a miracle. And it came. It arrived faster than expected. With the first sounds of the church chanting the praise to the venerable one, news about miraculous healings arrived from all sides: one healing, then another, and yet another… The human soul cried, sobbed and rejoiced at the same time. The people were heard. It is hard, almost impossible, to explain in words the atmosphere that enveloped the multitudes of people who gathered there at that time.
In the meantime, the church singing got louder and was heard brightly and distinctly. Clearly, the Venerable Father Seraphim had risen and walked invisibly to the place of his glorification. His holy relics, placed in a richly decorated tomb and lifted on high, were approaching the monastery's main cathedral. Here they came alongside the group of the unfortunate ones sitting by my feet. Everyone's eyes, hands, and hearts were fixed upon the holy tomb, everyone yearning for the same thing: "Father, the venerable one, father Seraphim, help!"
At this moment, the small "ball" curled right by my feet shuddered vigorously, moaned, stretched and stood up, saying quietly: "Mama, I am healed." Heart-stricken by what has just occurred, everyone, myself included, froze for a second and stood transfixed. A great miracle, an act of God's grace, had just taken place in front of our eyes. Coming back to our senses, all we could do was to utter the words of the Psalmist: "Wondrous is God in His saints, God of Israel."