Most people are born into a religion (or not, depending on what your parents decide about God); but that is something that the Christian religion denies Christ-followers, its adherents.
In God’s mind, and therefore to Christ’s followers, every day is precious, if only because every day we have the choice to consecrate each move, each decision, each thought.  How do  you consecrate such a pedestrian life?  Christians are not exceptional in what life does to us: our lives are largely consist of the dull and the boring, tragedy and happiness, of suffering and relief, of stress and anxiety, of customs and of the routine–oh–the never-ending routine (the exciting and the novel are rarities).

But it is here that Christian faith is active and flexes its muscle. Faith is not kept in a house, or a location: there is nothing holy or special in those. Christianity has us working our faith in the street, the marketplace, the cubicle, the bus, the car, the school, the kitchen, the store, the garage, the subway, the roadway, the path. Our life is where Christianity is, in everything that could be defined as our existence. Christ says, “I am with you and in you, now go out and be in the world, in your life with Me.” When you do that, you have consecrated your living.
Why do I think daily consecration is central? because this day and this minute we are building who we will be. Someday, in the great Eventuality which we all will be in, the scriptures hint we’ll be glorious, but we’ll also be “new.” And if we do indeed reap what we’ve sown, then right now we are building our new selves. My Christian faith is about the now–and the dots do connect to what’s next. In a way, as Frost put it “our house of life…” could be thought of as a “house of worship.” (see below)

It’s not the times of spiritual insight and wonder that I grow the most. But like exercise, the times I consecrate the dullest, or my least favorite of my obligation, then I am being most “re-formed,”  becoming more splendid in my inner person.

A Steeple On The House

What if it should turn out eternity
Was but the steeple on our house of life
That made our house of life a house of worship?
We do not go up there to sleep at night.
We do not go up there to live by day.
Nor need we ever go up there to live.
A spire and belfry coming on the roof
Means that a soul is coming on the flesh.
– Robert Frost