For many this lesson is so old and basic that if one has not learned it by now, then well..You never know, however, when someone is just ripe for recieving it. Nor does it matter how the lesson is delivered, be it by children's church or a review of the latest Bela Tarr movie The Man From London:

I've heard disgruntlements with Béla Tarr's The Man From London; but, for my money (fortunately, not found in a valise), this lustrous film is the most accessible of Tarr's films I've seen. Based on Georges Simenon's novel, The Man From London configures suspense as a question of faith.  It measures the gradations and degradations one is willing to indulge to escape the banal dissatisfactions of everyday life. And it assigns the spiritual task of recognizing that it is in the performance of our everyday tasks that our radiance shines through.  Maloin (Miroslav Krobot), hasn't yet achieved that recognition and - as a consequence - is irremediably tempted by an unexpected windfall; namely, a suitcase full of stolen money. (pic and review from Greencine's Toronto's Dispatch)

Cleaning the dishes, negotiating traffic, executing the task of your day job, the list goes on. O let me recognize!