Мысли, приходящие в голову по благоприятному ветру.

The man is ridiculous and pathetic. When he is happy - blossoms with health, is satisfied with everything and does not suffer any particular troubles, then for the most part he is far from God, the Author of his happiness - he whirls carefree, like a moth, in the paradise of pleasures, landing on all the flowers of pleasure; then he is not himself and does not know what use to make of his life and his well-being; then he himself constitutes some kind of deity; constrained by nothing and no one, he lives in destructive latitude and expanse; having everything not only necessary, but also serving for pleasure, he thinks that all this should be this way and cannot be otherwise. But when a slight pressure of misfortune touches the building of his well-being, then, and only then, does he suddenly, poor, come to his senses, recognize his weakness and his insignificance, as well as the greatness, justice and holiness of the Author of his life and his blessings. He then fears that this body, devoted to the pleasures of sensuality and knowing no end to them, will suddenly collapse and leave behind nothing but decay and stench. He is afraid that this soul, which has so immoderately and illegally allowed itself and the body everything indiscriminately, will go to a completely different place from this alluring, jubilant light, where instead of the joys of this life, it will suffer the unknown, but nevertheless terrible torments of hell, or people and demons rejected by Divine mercy. Poor man! Live here in such a way that you are always ready for the call to the next world; never indulge in any pleasures to the point of forgetting yourself and God. Always remember that your well-being is the greatest, undeserved gift of the Heavenly Father; It is sinful, sinful, if we not only do not use this gift as it should, but also completely forget that it is precisely the gift of God. Heavenly Father! May I always remember that everything I have is Yours, and may Your gifts increase my love for You, and not remove me from You; If misfortune also visits me, allow me to turn again to You with repentance and love. Because people are damaged by sin, they have little faith in God and among themselves. That is why the Savior, as a rarity, praised the centurion’s living faith in God. You might be interested in: