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(Col. 1, 18–23; Luke 8, 22–25) When boarding a boat to cross to the other side of the lake, did the apostles think that they would encounter a storm and put their lives in danger? Meanwhile, a storm suddenly arose, and they no longer expected to remain alive. This is the path of our life! You don’t know how and where trouble will come from that could destroy us. Now air, now water, now fire, now an animal, now a man, now a bird, now a house, in a word, everything around us can suddenly turn into an instrument of our death. Hence the law: live in such a way that every minute you are ready to face death and fearlessly enter its realm. You are alive this minute, but who knows whether you will be alive the next? Hold yourself according to this thought. Do everything that follows according to the order of your life, but do not forget that you can immediately move to a country from where there is no return. Failure to remember this will not delay a certain hour, and deliberately banishing this decisive revolution from thought will not detract from the eternal significance of what will happen to us after it. Having surrendered your life and everything into the hands of God, spend hour after hour with the thought that each of them is your last hour. In life, this will reduce the number of empty pleasures, and in death this deprivation will be innumerably rewarded with joy, which has no equal in the joys of life. You might be interested in: