Father Charbel, by virtue of his intimate union with God, had the gift of breaking down the barriers of time and space. In the divine light he foretold future events, he saw events that occurred at a distance, he examined the thoughts and the feelings of the hearts and made himself interpreter of God's will among men.
The cousin of Gerges Boutros was in a coma for twenty days due to a strong fever. Gerges went to Father Charbel to recommend him to his prayers and get some holy water.
The hermit was waiting for him on the threshold, and without letting him explain the reason for the visit, he anticipated him saying: "When you get home, you will find your cousin conscious and sitting on the bed." Gerges was amazed that Father Charbel knew the reason for his visit without having exposed it to him and when he returned he found everything as he had predicted.
UAnother witness tells: "One day my grandfather, who practiced folk medicine, was called to treat an official named Jibral Sleiman Abbas, but not seeing improvements sent my father to call the saint. Father Charbel hesitated, but with the permission of the superior he left at sunset, on foot, with two other monks. My father preceded them by about twenty meters. After a good stretch of road, Father Charbel stopped and said: they say he died, we recite the Angelus and pray, because that man died, so he knelt down and began to pray. Then he added: it is useless to continue the journey, because the mission that the superior has entrusted to us is over, the patient is dead. Not believing his words, my father invited him to continue. Arrived near the village, they heard the cries coming from the dead man's house. The sick man had died in the night, at the time when Father Charbel had announced it. My dazed father asked him how he had known, but the hermit did not answer and continued to pray".
The nuns of the Maronite Lebanese order produced images of cloth to hang around their necks, depicting the Lord, the Madonna and the saints. Father Charbel made extensive use of it and gave it to the faithful. Sister Moujahida Al Khayassi declares that one day the saint sent him to ask for one: I sent it to him through a man who had to go to Annaya, and I also asked him for a blessing. To make sure that he carried out the task, the man had to ask him and tell me three names of his relatives from Bqaakafta.
When I returned, the officer handed me a piece of paper folded like an envelope and said: The hermit did not send any more. There was written: Father Charbel, hermit of St. Maron of Annaya, to the one who asks for a blessing or a relic, that the protection of Saints Peter and Paul descend upon you. It was written in Arabic with an irregular spelling". The superior advised her to keep the paper and carry it on. The nun rolled it up, sewed it in a piece of cloth and put it around his neck.
He later gave it to a sister in America, as a protection for the trip. Then the religious continues, I sent Father Charbel a dozen images of cloth and asked the messenger to bring me a bottle of holy water. The person in charge of the return said to me: I gave him everything, here is the holy water. I took it, entered the room, but as I was about to use it, because I suffered from rheumatism, a clear and sudden intuition revealed to me that the man had not handed the pictures to Father Charbel and that not even the bottle came from him. When her mother came to the convent, I told her: Your son did not give the pictures to Father Charbel, but kept them for himself and filled the bottle with the fountain. It is true, the woman said, took them with her to America, but she will send you money and even the money from the bottle. Thus I had the confirmation that Father Charbel had inspired me".
Youssef Abboud says: My son Gerges crossed a critical point of his illness. I went to the hermitage and asked Father Charbel for the blessed water, but the saint said to me: Now sit down, which God disposes. I asked him the question and he answered: Calm down, abandon yourself to God who will reward you and give me no water. I returned home, sad and disconcerted, because he had not wanted to give me the holy water. When I reached the house, I heard shouts and moans and I realized that my son was dead. Then I understood Father Charbel's words and why he had not given me holy water, as if he knew that my son was already dead and did not want to tell me".