The Life and Martyrdom of
St. Markella of Chios (July 22)
Markella, the blessed and pure bride of Christ, was born at the end of the 15th century on the sweet-scented island of
Chios, in a village on its hinterland, called Volissos.
Her parents were among the wealthiest people of the town, and they were Christians. From a young girl, Markella's
mother had a great devotion for the Virgin Mary.
When Markella's mother married and moved to her own home, she
prayed before the icon of the Theotokos beseeching for a child. When she conceived and brought forth Markella, the
infant brought much joy to the family. Though the mother was devout and reverent, the father was cynical about
When Markella was about twelve years old, her mother spoke more at length to her about Christ and His love. In
simple language that the child could understand, Markella's mother spoke to her about the incarnation of the Son
of God, born of the Virgin. She impressed upon her daughter the importance of emulating the purity of the Panagia.
She explained how Christ would come and dwell in them also.
At other times, she spoke joyfully about the heavenly teachings of the Lord Jesus. She recounted the miracles of His
love. With pain and tears, she spoke of His Passion, but with a triumphant voice, she taught her about the
Resurrection. The mother also did not neglect to narrate the lives and contests of the martyrs. She related the
stories with all her soul and heart, so that little Markella thought she was actually present. Markella then exclaimed,
"I like very much what you are telling me mommy, but tell me more. Thou dost seem as beautiful as an angel then!" Her
mother answered, "As thou wilt mature, I shall explain more about our Lord. I will also tell thee about Panagia and
the saints at the appropriate time."
Markella's mother was an angel of peace, a faithful guide, and a guardian of the maiden's soul and body. Markella deemed
her mother to be the best mother in the world. Every day, she learned more about the Faith and grew to love the Lord, the
Virgin Mother, the saints, and the struggle for virtue. However, Markella's mother was visited with a terminal disease.
The mother understood that her earthly sojourn was coming to a close.
One day, she called Markella to her bedside, and said, "Tell me, Markella, what happened after the Crucifixion and
burial of the Lord Jesus?" She answered, "His Resurrection!" Continuing, the mother asked, "And what does this mean
for people?" Markella said, "They, too, shall rise." Her mother then added, "He told the people that 'I am going to
prepare a place for thee in heaven and I shall come and take thee to My Father's house.'" Markella said, "Yes, mommy."
Her mother then asked, "Where, therefore, are Christians going after earth?" The maiden answered, "To heaven, mother."
Continuing, the mother added, "However,...however, my little girl, this separation, which is a temporary separation,
brings sorrow to loved ones..." Markella then said, "To whom, mommy?" She said, "To a mother and daughter, let's say.
I was sad when my mother left, my Markella, just as we are sorry whenever some loved one goes on a far away trip."
Markella said, "She was a grandmother." The mother replied, "But not only grandmothers are called by the Lord. He
calls mothers also, my love." Markella, gazing intently, said, "And mothers?" The mother answered, "Certainly."
Markella then asked, "And what do children do then?" Her mother calmly answered, "If they are little girls who believe
and love very much the risen Lord Jesus, Who is now with His Father, His all-holy Mother, and all the saints rejoicing
in heaven, then...then, what do those little girls do, my joy?" Markella then asked, "Do they cry, mommy?" She said,
"Cry...Bring me a little water, my Markella." Markella answered, "Yes, mamma."
Her mother then turned in prayer, uttering, "If it is possible for this cup to pass from me or the child...How shall I
leave her as she is? But if this be Thy will, sanctify her that I might rejoice eternally in heaven. Hearken unto me,
my God. A Christian mother supplicates Thee. Hearken unto her, O God and Father!"
Markella then brought in water, and her mother hugged and kissed her. It would be the final farewell. Then her mother
said, "Go into the drawing-room and read now, my Markella. I have to sleep...but remember everything that will keep
thy soul and body pure as a lily, as the all-immaculate Virgin who is full of grace."
Then Markella's mother looked up, and said, "I am coming, O Lord. It is Markella for whom I beseech." Then a voice was
heard, "Leave her to my love. Thou wilt glorify me together with her." Receiving joy, the mother, from the depths of
her heart, said, "I thank Thee, O Lord Jesus!" Then, as she looked upon Markella from afar, she reposed in the Lord.
Later, her husband found her. All of Volissos attended the funeral of that noble lady who was conspicuous for her
philanthropic deeds. Markella was then sent temporarily to stay with her aunt.
With the upbringing left to her father, life was difficult for Markella, but she bore his cantankerous moods patiently
and cheerfully. Markella, at length, assumed the complete running of the house. However, father and daughter never
Once, after Markella said her evening prayers, her father said brusquely, "Make thy Cross and go to sleep!" She asked,
"Do I not have time to light the oil lamp and burn incense before the icons?" Her father replied, "Those things are
done by the church sacristan. My house is not a church with candles, incense and oil lamps. Leave that! Thou hast
exceeded thy mother of blessed memory!" Markella then asked, "Are prayers and icons, or the Lord Jesus, the Panagia,
and the saints, excessive?" Again he answered, "I told thee, my house is not a church. Attend to thy chores and study
thy lessons." Markella did not challenge his authority.
Her father was so different than her mother. He lacked her sensitivity, logic, faith, and love. He did not have her
warmth, joy and optimism. Markella thought, "What shall I do now? My mother is in heaven watching me from on high. I
shall do as she taught me...I shall speak my troubles in prayer. My father does not want me to light the oil lamp
and cense the icons, as my mother was wont to do. Therefore, I will light them both in my soul."
Thus, Markella prayed and took care of the house. She never forgot her mother's memory, love and noble ways. The
Lady Theotokos was her mainstay.
Her father was pleased with her running of the house. Moreover, by the time she was sixteen years old; Markella not
only performed housework, but labored outside with her father upon their property. Once, he asked her if he had
fallen short of her expectations. Answering that she had only one complaint, Markella said, "Thou hast stopped
attending church. With mother thou didst go..." He interrupted, and said, "But what does it give?" Markella said,
"Faith, hope, joy, peace..." He broke in saying, "It is for women with little minds..." She said, "Does that mean
that the men of our village have little minds also?" He answered, "I am not saying that." Markella continued, "I
tell thee, father, take heed, something is not well with thee. God is life. He gives us breath, food and everything."
The father remarked, "Philosophies..." She said, "It is the truth!" He said, "Live as thou dost see..." Markella then
responded, "These things I see and feel and live." Yet, her father remarked, "Youthful enthusiasm." But she said, "It
is certain wisdom." He then said, "Set the food so we can eat." She added, "from the good things which the Lord richly
bestows." He then said, "Markella, stop these useless philosophies. Put out, the food. To eat and drink? That's
Since childhood, Markella received good training from her mother, as this could be seen in her character. She was
respectful and pious and, most of all guarded her purity. She avoided associations with girls that were less reserved
and, especially, with youths that she might not be harmed spiritually from such company. She had one goal in mind: to
achieve all the virtues arid become a blameless bride of Christ, so that in the end she would be made worthy of the
kingdom of the heavens.
As she grew older, more so were her virtues multiplied, since she spent most of her time worshipping God. She fasted,
prayed, and attended all the services. She aided the poor and constantly tried to bring others to the way of God. In
short, she tried to keep all the commandments and please God. As for her father, she held him in the utmost respect
and loved him dearly, mindful of the commandment: "Honor thy father and thy mother..." She never ceased to win his
favor and comfort him in his sorrows, saying, "I, O father, will be in the stead of mother. I will be with thee in
thine old age. I will not abandon thee in thy need. I will be there in thy sickness and in all thy sorrows." Now he
loved hearing these words from his daughter; and as she grew older, she took on all of her mother's characteristics.
Markella had reached the bloom of youth. By twenty years old, she grew to be an upright woman. Her beauty and
shapeliness, together with her virtue and spiritual gifts, made her resemble a terrestrial angel. Her ready smile
and kindness captures every fellow-villager who received her greeting or her sweet words. She considered herself
fortunate and her orphaned state seemed remote. She loved everyone; but the happiness of the maiden was temporary.
All her excellent qualities did not go unobserved by the hater-of-good and common enemy of man's salvation, for he
was jealous and wished to undermine her. The devil could not bear to have his power usurped by a young and sweet
girl; indeed, one who was a simple villager and illiterate, only knowing the Crucified One, Jesus Christ. His
jealousy made him desirous to cast her into the deepest abyss of sin (verily, the one who exceeded in virtue!).
Thus, planning an immediate attack, he sought to sow evil thoughts into her pure and godly mind. Though quite young,
she was possessed of a spiritually mature and strong conviction, and would in no wise hearken or take pleasure in
the evil one's wily whisperings. Therefore, the vile demon withdrew from directly contending with Markella. He was
unable to lift up her mind to proud thoughts, even though she was the wealthiest and most beautiful in those parts;
neither was he able to bestir in her youthful lusts, nor was he able to move her to do his will by any of the other
arrows that he shot at her. What then was the most unheard of and unimaginable evil amongst the Christians? Finding
her father debauched and desolate of divine grace, he pursued him and incited in him carnal thoughts of his very
own daughter. Alas, the evil and wickedness of the devil! Woe to his sinister devices! He deceived Eve through the
serpent and, thusly, did he wish to deceive Markella through her father, for they were together day and night, as
father and child. Therefore, smitten by his daughter's comeliness, he was wounded by the enemy's venomous darts.
Attend carefully, therefore, and let us proceed with his edifying life.
Suddenly, a black cloud hovered over the house. Unexpectedly, her father sunk into a deep depression. He avoided
looking at Markella. He became harsh and spoke to her with bitterness in his voice. He refused to allow her to go
into the garden or to converse with the neighbors. She locked herself in her room and burst out crying. Prayer
consoled her greatly. "O my Virgin and Panagia, enlighten him. Deliver him from this melancholy. Restore him whole
and sound; have him love me and not disdain me, O all-holy one. Thou knowest well how he raised me like an orphan,
for my mother is with Thee. My father suffered troubles to rear me to this age and, now, what has happened to change
him? Why does he glare at me? Why does he not love me as before? Indeed, in thee, O my Panagia, I seek refuge."
Weeping thus, sleep overcame her before the icon of the Theotokos. Then she was wakened by his unrestrained shouting.
She thought, "But what is happening? Why has life changed so?"
Alas, as we said, an evil spirit suggested base thoughts to his mind and polluted the mayor's soul. The old man's
passions were roused and his conscience was depraved. He no longer looked upon Markella as his daughter, but gaped at
her as a woman...which, for some time, he wrestled against. He suffered extremely to drive out this dark and unlawful
desire. Long nights he remained sleepless and tossed and turned in his bed. The warfare was dreadful. He fought and
lost. He was overcome and had thoughts, such as, that he planted the apple tree, why should someone else partake of
the fruit? Such distorted thoughts would not allow him to find rest and, as we said, he succumbed.
At first, he would stare at her intently, speaking and treating her in a rough manner. Afterwards, he changed. He
began to speak to her with sweet words; he wanted to have her near him; he would stroke her hair and gaze into her
eyes. All the while, Markella was unaware of her father's motives. She believed that it was her prayer that caused
him to have a change in heart. She held his head and kissed his hands. She repeated over and over again with tears
of joy, "To thee, I attribute this miracle, O holy Virgin; for thou hast hearkened to my prayer, and I thank thee."
Her father, however, was possessed by the devil.
Though the maiden, at first, did not perceive this, not much time passed when she understood his true intentions.
Markella was struck with horror, and thought, "But how is it possible? How can one conceive such a thing?" Nevertheless,
it was true. Her knees trembled from such a revolting thought. She would call out constantly, "O Panagia, my Panagia!"
One would say that the eyes of the Theotokos in the icon now appeared to look upon her with pity and, filled with
compassion, she spoke inside of Markella's heart, saying, "Do not be afraid, my child. I am the protectress of all
the afflicted. None who take refuge in me depart ashamed...I will protect thee."
Every day that passed was agonizing and oppressive for Markella. Her father made an open show of his feelings with
audacious and shocking words. She realized now how much Satan mastered her father, so she avoided him as much as
possible. The house took on the atmosphere of a cemetery. The neighbors detected that something was awry with the
cantankerous old man, so they stopped greeting him.
It was a quiet morning. After the catch, the small fishing boats returned from Psara to Volissos. Obviously, no one
imagined the heinous act that would take place by the little harbor of this village in just a few short hours.
The holy maiden only desired to emulate the Virgin Panagia in both spiritual and physical beauty. Prepared to accept
death, Markella entrusted herself to the Theotokos. She then decided to leave home.
Markella ran toward the mountain. Her father chased her as a maddened tiger. Fortunately, by reason of his age, he
was out of breath quickly. As he leaned up against a tree trunk, with his eyes he searched but could not find her.
He then began to speak as though she were before his eyes, and said, "Where wilt thou go? I will find thee and tear
thee apart!" Then he fell to the ground and kicked his feet as a madman into the dirt. Markella, meanwhile, reached
the summit and hid among the foliage. At that location, without being seen, she could espy her father from afar. She
then sat upon a rock, sensing a black cloud within her that seemed to cover the earth. However, she said to herself,
"God, the Father and Creator, will not leave me. I will stand up and, with the help of God, I will win. I will either
live or die a champion...as God permits. Yes, honor or death. Death on earth and life eternal in heaven with the
saints who were victoriously triumphant against wickedness. There, I will find the All-holy Theotokos and Ever-Virgin
Mary and my mother." Where she would abide and what she would eat were not of concern to her. She thought she would
dwell and eat as the birds. Calling to mind the words of the Lord that we are of more value than the sparrows
(Mt. 10:31), she was strengthened. Thus, Markella remained there until nightfall.
As it darkened, she thought upon how she would see her father's advance. With faith, she said, "God the Father shall
help." A full moon then revealed itself, lighting up the countryside. Markella then made the sign of the Cross, and
kept vigil until midnight. Then Markella heard the clanging bells of a flock. She thought to herself, "I will not
hide. Everyone knows and loves me; and I love all in Volissos." Then a shepherdess appeared, and Markella called out
with all her heart, "Marouso!"
Marouso caught a glimpse of Markella and followed her voice in the night. She asked, "Is it thee, Markella?" The holy
maiden answered, "Yes, it is I." Marouso continued, "At such an hour, here?" Markella replied, "A great evil
threatens me and I came to escape." Marouso said, "What evil? Who Markella?" Continuing, Markella answered, "Neither
can I tell thee, nor canst thou hear it. Thou wilt learn it later." Marouso then asked, "And wilt thou remain here
all night?" The saint replied, "Yea, and many nights and days, till I see what will happen." Marouso said, "And I
with thee!, O beloved Markella, who has given so much help to me and my family. Indeed, who hast thou not helped in
Volissos? Throughout all of Chios, thy kindness and graciousness are known. I shall be with thee now and in thy
difficult days. Fortunately, it is summertime. "
"We shall lay out branches and sleep." Markella replied, "No sleep, Marouso. Watch and pray (Mt. 26:41) days
of mine when I must stand guard, lest the evil one come?" Marouso volunteered, saying, "We shall take turns my
Markella. Thou wilt watch and I will sleep. Then thou wilt sleep I will keep watch. However, thou must eat
something. I have bread and cheese in my bag. I have water too. Come and eat, beloved sister." Markella then ate,
drank, and was strengthened. Marouso then said, "Lay down and sleep, Markella. I prepared some bedding. I will keep
watch." Markella, from both bodily and mental exhaustion, slept. Before morning, however, she was at her observation
Now the people of Volissos noted Markella's absence, and they missed her. They went to her father's house, and asked
him, "Where is Markella?" Sarcastically, he answered, "She went to become a saint..." Persisting, they asked, "Where
did she go?" With his face darkened and wild, he shouted, "Do not ask. Leave me alone. Go. Get out!" Hence, the
villagers turned and left him.
Nevertheless, they spoke amongst themselves, asking, "Where did she go? She was a saint already, having such faith
and love in God. She was a benefactress to all. What is her father saying? It is the first time we have ever seen a
man so dark and gloomy". Hence, the villagers supplicated, "God, keep our Markella safe!"
Markella's father gnashed his teeth and howled like a ravenous wolf, thinking to himself, "Where wilt thou go from
me? I will leave thee a few days, that thou might hunger, and become weak and unable to run. Then I shall come and
tear thee apart. I will not rest till I see thee a lifeless carcass, food for dogs!"
A certain number of days passed and the father was filled with uncontrollable wrath in his soul and heart. He took up
a knife, and a bow and arrow. Mounting his horse, he left to find her. With a fiery countenance and foaming at the
mouth, he declared, "Today thou wilt not elude me!"
Markella, from her position, caught sight of her father from afar, and called out emotionally, "Marouso, he is
coming!" Her friend asked, "Who, my Markella?" She answered, "Thou wilt see him shortly. Hide me somewhere, lest he
see me." Marouso said, "There is a cave close by us. Come, go inside and I will skillfully cover it with branches."
Markella, with a pounding heart, went inside, saying, "Guard me, my God; save me, my Panagia!"
The father found Marouso, and said, gruffly, "What art thou doing here?" She answered, "As thou seest, I am
shepherding my flock." He said, "Hast thou not seen Markella?" She answered, "I saw her ascend the mountain days
ago." He said, "and where did she go?" Marouso replied, "She ascended the summit. I was further down." The father
demanded, "And then." She continued, "Then she went about her business." He retorted, "Thou hast not said it right."
She said, "I am telling it very well. What shall I say if someone, perchance in a little while asks me about thee?
Shall I not say, 'I saw him; he passed by here and went about his business?' How is it that I am not saying it
Pointing northward, he then asked, "Possibly she went in that direction?" Marouso said, "Perhaps." He then said,
"Where will she go from me? I will find her and we will talk about it then!" She asked, "What evil has she done thee,
sir? Markella is the best of Volissos." He then told her, "Hush up, lest I whip thee!"
The dogs that were tending her flock then began barking and snarling at his horse, in a threatening manner. To get away
from the dogs, the father withdrew and went northward. Marouso followed him with her eyes till he was out of sight.
Marouso then turned to Markella, and said, "My Markella, he went northward. Thy father, my good friend, was fiercer
than my dogs when they go wild. What has happened? What wilt thou do? Wilt thou remain here or dost thou wish to go
further south, to a safer place?" Markella answered, "I will go south further away." Marouso said, "Whatever thou dost
deem best, my Markella." The holy maidep then said "Look about and tell me, does he appear anywhere?" Marouso replied,
"Nowhere." Markella then said, "I am going then."
Markella then ran southward, amid shrubs and thorns. She ran without heeding her torn dress and wounded feet from the
branches and thorns. She only thought about escaping her father.
Near the beach, by the area of the promontory, a shepherd was leading his flock of sheep into the pen to shelter them
form the burning July sun. All night, the poor sheep tried to satisfy their hunger in vain. Due to the barren and
rocky terrain, the flock had now gathered under the branches of the great plane tree nearby the little well. The
shepherd was just getting ready to lie down when he heard a sound and turned looking northward.
He caught sight of a young woman running like a lost lamb about to be torn apart by a wolf. Barefooted, with
disheveled hair and torn dress, she approached nearby him and hid inside a huge bush, disregarding its thorns. He
thought out loud, "What has happened to her? Who is pursuing this poor girl? Where was she all night, to find herself,
at this hour, at such a desolate spot where only flocks and shepherds roam?" coming closer, surprised, he exclaimed,
"It is Markella, the young noblewoman!"
Then, he heard a galloping horse and in no time, it was Markella's father who was before him (for he was known to all
being the leading citizen of the village). With fiery eyes and foaming mouth, he abruptly asked, without a greeting,
"perhaps, thou hast seen my daughter? Has Markella passed by here?" Petrified, the shepherd shuttered, "Markella..."
The father shouted, "I said Markella!" Then, drawing a knife, he added "Tell me quickly, lest I slay thee!" The
shepherd, scarcely able to speak from his terror, replied, "See...uh, no, I did not see her?" The wretched shepherd,
wishing to gain his favor, all the while pointed with his finger at the bush where she was concealed. Thus, out of
fear, the shepherd surrendered the lamb to the ravenous and wild wolf.
Immediately, her father dismounted and ran to the bush, shouting, "Markella, come out of the bush!" However, she
refused, and said, "I do not want a dishonorable life. Honor or death! An honorable death that ushers in the blessed
life of heaven." The father, losing his temper, then shouted, "From where shall I enter to take hold of thee? How hast
thou gone among thorn bushes? Come out!" This time, the pure maiden kept silent, and only prayed, uttering, "Strengthen
me. O Lord, to fight for Thy sacred law, for the Most-holy Theotokos and Ever-Virgin Mary, and for the yearning and
blessing of my mother."
Howling with rage, that monster yelled, "Come out!" Yet, Markella, with out breaking silence, continued to pray with
all her heart. That beastly man then roared, "I shall burn thee alive!" Markella remained quiet. What could she say?
He continued to bellow, and said, "Thou wilt not speak? I am starting a fire. Now I will see thee!" At this point, her
savage father kindled a fire to force her out. The fire spread quickly and encircled the holy maiden. When the flames
enveloped the unfortunate girl, oblivious to the thorns before her eyes, she escaped for the other side and, before
her father could seize her, she again took flight towards the jagged rocks dotting the shoreline.
She screamed, "My Christ!, My Panagia!" Blood was streaming down her face, hands, and all over her body, but she
continued to run frantically. Setting an arrow in his bow, he angrily cursed, and said, "May this, O dishonorable one,
find thy heart!" Indeed, is the pure lamb of God dishonorable and the bloodthirsty wolf honorable? Is the angel of
God dishonorable? Is the pure and fragrant white lily dishonorable, and he who is filthy and foul-smelling, darkened
with sodomy, honorable?
All of a sudden, she felt acute pain in her thigh. She paused a little, pulled out the arrow shot by her father,
drew a deep breath and took to her heels. Her virginal blood ran from the wound like a river, dyeing the nearby
rocks. She felt any moment that her strength would fail. Meanwhile, her vicious father was near approaching. She
heard the heaving of his accursed breath. Terror gripped her with the thought that within moments she would be
violated by her father. She would preserve the holy command. Yes, she said, and she stood straight. Her
countenance, appearing mild and sweet, was then filled with light. As she looked ahead and elevated her eyes she
uttered filled with the Spirit, "Yes, honor or death, with the help of the Ever-Virgin, and the prayer and blessing
of my mother!" Thus, the blood-stained lily appeared more beautiful than before, as the heroine of honor. Markella
then commenced running along the rocky shoreline. She incessantly supplicated, "My Panagia, come with me. Come with
me, O Ever-Virgin maiden!" Her father was gaining ground; he was now nearly a hand-breadth away. The virgin-martyr
then uttered, "My Christ, hear my prayer! Save my honor! Work Thy miracle; I beseech Thee with all my soul!" Then,
she cried aloud, "My Mother, I can no longer endure...better that the earth open and swallow me...O my Christ,
hearken to my prayer!" The blessed one closed her eyes and fell to her knees, not having an ounce of strength to go
forward even one step. Straightaway, a miracle occurred. The rock upon where she collapsed split open and received
the pure maiden's body up to her waist.
Now her father was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were darkened and possessed. With wild joy he shouted, "I caught
thee! Where wilt thou flee now?" He desperately attempted to pull Markella out of the fissure. Indeed, that senseless
rock clasped at her stubbornly, as directed by God, thereby showing more compassion.
At this point, her miserable father despaired. Tired, sweaty and exasperated, he drew out his knife. Crying, she
besought him, saying, "Do not, father,..." In a fury, he cut her breasts and cast them onto rocks. His mind was so
deranged that he no longer knew what he was doing. His daughter's blood sprayed him from head to toe. Intoxicated
with his bloodthirsty crime, he desired to execute the final blow. Markella then gazed upward, and said, "My Lord,
Ever-Virgin Panagia maiden, and mother, with the grace of God, I kept the holy command. I am coming to you now to
the beds of lilies of Paradise!"
Her father then took hold of her locks, struck off her head, and cast it into the sea. Within that same hour,
nature reacted fiercely. The calm sea became wild with crashing waves up to the child slayer's feet. He thought that
the sea strove to drown him for his atrocities. He ran, as one possessed, to flee the sea and escape the scene of
the crime. History has not mentioned the end result of this sinful father.
The head of the virgin-martyr floated upon the waves, emitting an extraordinary brilliance. In accordance with
tradition, a passing ship took up the precious head and conveyed it to Old Rome.
Thus, righteous Markella received from Christ the crown of martyrdom, as a reward and gift for her prudence and
ardent desire for her Bridegroom Christ. Certainly, it was possible for divine power to preserve her and to accept
her holy soul in peace; but, He permitted her to receive a violent death, so that she might be presented to Him not
only adorned with the pure robe of her virginal blood.
Whereupon, the holy one entered the heavenly bridal chamber with the wise virgins, as a martyr together with the
Many years passed since the fearful event of her martyrdom. On the spot where the bush with the thorns was located,
the Christians erected a church in the name of the virgin-martyr Markella. At the site where the crime was committed,
God revealed a miracle-working shrine that is about fifteen minutes walking distance from the church. It is called by t
he natives, "The Martyrdom of St. Markella" because this is where her beheading took place. The rock that covers her
virginal body is also present; and for reasons known only to God, it conceals her relics to this day. It is by the surf
of the sea and not a part of the bedrock, for it appears to have rolled down the mountain and landed there. On the
landward side, soil and gravel have fallen from the mountain and have covered this site. On its other face, that is,
by the seashore, it extends about one meter above the water. There is a slight protrusion on the rock, wherein a small
opening, about the size of a finger, allows warm and clear salty water to run out. It streams forth miraculous water
to this day, known to cure and dissolve every ailment.
This strange occurrence in nature causes one to wonder how the water exudes out of the rock when it is in no way
connected to the mountain; for, if it was part of the mountain one would surmise that the water originates therefrom.
However, if the water came from the sea, then when the tide recedes, it would stop altogether, for the spring would be
dry. But, on the contrary, water springs from the rock independently and spontaneously.
Though the water is clear, certain of the black rocks, indigenous to this area, on the surrounding beach, have been
changed to a reddish-yellow. Not only rocks on shore have this coloration, but those in the water as well, to the
depth of three meters. It is this site that the natives call "sacred blood." The author of the martyr's service refers
to the rock from which the healing water pours forth as soros (a vessel for holding human remains). According to
tradition, the saint's relics are concealed in this rock and are the source where the water emanates.
Reprinted with permission from J.Sanidopoulos Mystagogy Site
Icons courtesy of www.eikonografos.com used with permission.