In my wild ride of Seminary, there was a summer where I spent my time as an intern Chaplain at Atlanta Medical Center. Many times when people would see me roaming the halls they would assume they were near death. AH! It's the CHAPLAIN!!! RUN!!! I'M ABOUT TO DIE!! This would even be when I would meet people on regular floors to just see if they wanted prayer or just to talk. Hollywood portrays the religious figures for death, weddings, and strange supernatural experiences. Why does it seem that we ignore our faiths until the alarm bells sounds? Or why is it when we are speaking to the porcelain goddess in deep regret for a wild night that we send our prayers to God asking for quick relief. What happens to our relationships with the triune God when we are on an ordinary day? Do we find ourselves disconnected, or fitting in a quick prayer with our endless mounting tasks? How differently may we cope during a crisis if we spend some time in gratitude for the grace given to us on an ordinary day? How differently would we live our lives if we spent some time contemplating the impermanence of it?