This past Sunday I straggled into church five minutes late for the noon service with a Starbucks chai tea latte in tow. Yawning deeply, I took a seat in the back struggling to join in the worship song. When my pastor finally came to the pulpit I nearly rolled my eyes as he began his introduction to a gratitude message as we headed into this week of Thanksgiving. Turning to Luke 17, I began to tune out and think about how my principal would be coming to observe me the very next morning. The passage was read aloud: On the way to Jerusalem, he was passing along between Samaria and Galilee. And as he entered a village, he was met by ten lepers, who stood at a distance and lifted up their voices,