"Once, after a prayer, I sat down and thought: I was reluctant to die. And I say: Lord, you see my heart, that I do not want to die. When someone does not see his parents for a long time, he goes with joy to them, and You, Gracious Lord, my soul knows, and yet I am reluctant to die. And I get an answer in my soul: this is because you love Me little. And indeed, little I love the Lord. ”
St. Sophrony (Sakharov)
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