O Divine Physician, thanks for the gift of another day in the land of the living. Remind us today O God, that the trappings of power, wealth, status and rank count for nought when confronted with our mortality, and can neither add nor subtract one iota of time to our lives or to those whom we love, without your concurrence. Give us instead the Centurion’s faith to admit that we are not worthy for you to enter under our roof, but all it requires is Your word, O God, and we shall be healed.