Today I'm glued to the tube.

And I'm getting all sappy and teary-eyed.

Over and over again.

I'm witnessing the now-famous 33 Chilean miners being rescued, one-by-one. They're returning to life, family, normalcy, and-yes-freedom. UNIVISION is blasting on one television while CNN blares from the other. MSNBC's streaming on my laptop. I'm watching...the world is watching...a global family is watching while holding its breath until the last of the Chilean miners makes it to the surface.

Completely by coincidence, I took the day off from work to take care of a pile of unfinished STUFF : transferring the tag, title and registration of my old car over to my new ride (my pookey, Matilda, was totaled in wreck a couple weeks ago. I praise God for keeping me and sending me Wanda), mailing a few snail mail bills, get my plumbing fix and over-the-range microwave replaced and, oh yes, finally submitting a bi-weekly column before my editor rightfully strangles me!

Real talk, though; there are times when beautiful testimonies force us to forget our bubble, our STUFF, in order to really cherish life. That's what the rescue of the Chilean miners, who had been trapped a half mile into the San Jose mine since August 5^th, has done for me today. I'm reminded that God is still ALL THAT...and some. Jesus works miracles. One man suffers from diabetes but is in pristine health despite having been trapped underground for 70 days. Another celebrated his 31^st birthday in the pit but, thankfully, the rescue workers and engineers were able to lower a cake down to him. Another man will meet his new born daughter for the very first time.

But it's the story of the brave foreman that swells my heart. Luis Urzua has been credited for keeping himself and the 32 other miners alive, particularly during the first 17 days. Urzua carefully rationed food by giving each man a spoonful of tuna as well as pieces of canned peaches. The foreman gave his men a sense of purpose, a reason to live. Along with a mine secretary who serves as a minister, Urzua led the men spiritually and even compelled them to exercise in order to stay strong. One miner-Mario Espinace-managed to run a mile each day despite being confined to a space no bigger than a Manhattan studio apartment.

I would argue that more than food and exercise, hope and leadership kept the men alive. Urzua's guidance continues to play out even now that the end of the turmoil is nearing. He volunteered to be the last miner to exit the dungeon. When asked how the men managed to not just survive but thrive, he cited God and team unity as the reasons. No doubt, leaders like Urzua lift us up and make sure that despite hardship, we make it to the surface where we'll once again see the sunlight.

At moments like these, I celebrate compassionate global family, our Lord (of course) and reality television, even.

On days like today, questions of what I'm going to prepare for dinner, gossip involving the Eddie Long scandal, and worries about my to-do list seem embarrassingly trivial.

So, this evening I'm going to pack up some left overs into a picnic basket (never mind what my Asian stir fry tastes like after 3 days), hop into Wanda, pump some Salsa vibes, scoop up Selena from school and do what the 33 mine workers-now affectionately dubbed "Los Trienta-y-Tres"-have not gotten to do in 10 weeks: enjoy the outdoors.

Ana Guthrie is a super cool chick with a heart for God and love for youth culture. She doubles as a not-so-naughty librarian and instructor at Florida Memorial University in Miami, Florida.