We live on the edge of eternity, and could slip off any time. We circle the sun at 67,000 mph or Mach 86, and somehow stay in orbit, yet to careen off or be destroyed by astral collision. Diseases afflict us constantly. Accidents are unpredictable. We live in an overwhelmingly dangerous world. What are you scared of? Our phobias mount up, listing all the ways we fear death. Sometimes we do all we can to forget about it, but eventually the beach ball can’t be held under water any longer. It surfaces here for the disciples, gathered in a boat, while Jesus sleeps. We’re left asking: "Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?"