15% is translated into 8.6% on Sundays... its in the Bible right after no patience is allowed when dealing with the hostess with the nose ring

They will know we are christians by our love, by our love, yes they will know we are christians by our love.
~ Jason Upton

Every morning I wake up my boxer briefs are in need of rearranging and my breath is begging for mouth wash. My hair is generally in some sort of turmoil and my eyes are heavy with the weight of gravity and thought. I'm not a stubborn sleeper, so when I'm up, I'm up. A bowl of cereal followed by a run or workout (please note that workout could consist of dancing with my iPod or lifting weights... it depends on how the mood is striking me) ending in a hot shower and optional shave. I try to take a timeout for quiet time and prayer but I haven't been able to put an exact time on that moment, so it could happen morning, afternoon, or night.
I'm sure you can find some similarities in your morning routine. People are set in their ways when it comes to waking up and gaining momentum for the day, deviating from the plan could mean emotional breakdown or world destruction. We all measure our steps from the bed to the automobile that will deliver us into the outside world. Consistency is key to a smooth beginning and I'm betting you could tell me whether a day was going to be good or bad based on the beginning. In those minutes shaving scruffy faces, straightening hair, trimming noise hairs, whatever, everyone for the rest of our day is being effected by our movements and emotions. If you stub your toe on the bathroom sink it could mean absolute hell for the bagel guy down the street. God forbid the blow drier doesn't work because your waiter at lunch and dinner will have to provide their own 15% if they're a little late with the drinks.
This seems appropriate for Sunday morning, where in some house holds around the world there is absolute pandemonium. Seriously, getting the wife and kids ready, fed, and into the mini van turns some fathers into Jean Claude Van Dam ready for Blood Sport 2. On a day made for rest and relaxation christians, the ones who celebrate Sunday as the day of rest, are some of the most disgusting humans in society. I bet if you took a christian couple aside and asked them the nastiest things they've ever said to each a large portion of those would have occurred on a Sunday morning. And I'm not even going to mention the poor waiters and waitresses serving the fine people who are the light of the world...
Love is how they will know we are christians... no matter the beginning or the ending of our day.