A man had just got married and was returning home with his wife. They were crossing a lake in a boat when suddenly a great storm arose.
The woman became very much afraid: The boat was small and the storm was perilous, tossing the boat to and fro like a plaything. It was clear that at any moment they were going to capsize.
She glanced at her husband and was astonished to see him sitting imperturbably through the terrible tempest. Angrily, she addressed him, “This may be our last moment of life! Why are you not afraid? Are you incapable of feeling? Or have you gone mad?”
The man laughed and took his sword out of his sheath. He brought the naked sword close to the woman’s neck – so close that it grazed her neck.
He asked her, “Are you afraid?”
She shook her head, “I know that I have nothing to fear from you because you love me.”
The man put the sword back in its sheath. “This is the reason why the storm does not frighten me. I know God loves me, and the sword is in his hands, and the storm is in his hands – so whatever is going to happen is for the best. If we survive, good; if we don’t survive, good – because everything is in his hands. He cannot do anything wrong.”
