In the city of Gaza lived a wealthy man named Theophan, who, being merciful, welcomed strangers and performed good deeds. Over time, he gave away all his possessions to the poor and himself became impoverished, not grieving over this, but only sighing about his sins. By God's permission, he fell into a severe illness, humbly enduring suffering and praising God. When the time of his death came, a strong storm began, and his wife, with bitter tears, cried out about the difficulties of burial. Theophan comforted her, saying that the storm would cease at the hour of his death by God's will. And it happened: at the moment of his passing, silence fell. Neighbors, after washing the body, discovered that there were no wounds on it. After the burial, four days later, he appeared in a dream to a man and commanded him to roll away the gravestone. At this moment, a fragrance spread, and instead of pus, myrrh flowed, healing many sick who came to the relics of the saint.
