Late yesterday afternoon I had an MRI of what I call my ‘old man shoulder’. The tech positioned my body correctly – which meant I kind of felt like a pretzel, shot me into a tube and told me to remain still. Since I’m not prone to claustrophobia, I saw it as a time to relax. Except I should have known something was up when they gave me earplugs. The machine started, and 20 minutes of me being still created an image that will help my doctor diagnose what, if anything, is going on and what, if anything, needs to be done to fix it. Quiet time every day with God serves a similar purpose. It allows God to understand what’s going on in my soul so God can help me better understand what needs to be done to heal it. And that just may make that quiet time with God the most important time of my day.