Three weeks ago, I participated in a Walk to Emmaus. During a discussion, one of the other participants mentioned how he brings Jesus to work with him, only to leave him sitting and waiting in the lobby until he's ready to go back home. Obviously, he was feeling somewhat ashamed and guilty for not bringing Christ all the way into the office with him. Well, I felt like, still feel like, applauding him, since I typically leave Jesus at home, while I go to work.
I know. I'm setting myself up for a rougher life, separating my life, thusly. To even compartmentalize my life into secular and sacred creates an oily-slippery slope. There isn't anywhere I go that Christ doesn't go, also. ("Lo, I am with you, always...")
Since my Walk, I've been trying to recognize Christ's presence alongside me at work. I have to confess it's moreso due to my typically unChristian nature at work, than the nature of my workplace, that I'm finding it difficult and icky-feeling---embarrassing actually. *sigh* Again, as though I'm somehow able to outsmart Christ, regarding my demeanor at work. As though he doesn't already know this, and still fiercely love me.
