It started with a casual observance as I walked down the
hallway that leads to my office door. A Bible, worn brown leather and
monogrammed, anchors the desk of a co-worker. It has been there all week. I
don’t know why God’s Word has held such a prominent position–within reach–the
past five days, but I am grateful for it. Not every workday goes as planned.
Life is full of speedbumps and potholes. It’s also filled with good and perfect
gifts and a need for wisdom. Whatever the reason, truth has a presence in our
office. God whispers, “You are not alone in your journey.”
My buddy T walked purposefully into my office earlier this
week and closed the door behind him. Sometimes that’s because there’s a need
for a private word. Sometimes he closes the door because I ask him to.
Sometimes, it’s one of THOSE days, and you just need to tell somebody about it.
Not this day. “We’re going to pray,” he said. It was not a question, but a
statement of fact. My friend and co-worker was with me. He told us there was an
immediate need in the life of someone we cared about, and that we needed to pray–now.
We bowed. T prayed, and God whispered, “Where two or three are gathered in my
name, there I am among you.”
I received a message to meet at the fountains to go and pray.
A man most of us don’t really know needed divine intervention. We know his
wife. And, because she is hurting and praying, we hurt and pray, too. I didn’t
see the message in time to join the prayer warriors at the fountain, so I bowed
my head at my desk, knowing that the God who created space and time could
bridge the gap between us and braid my prayers with those of my co-workers. We
prayed, and God whispered, “A cord of three is not easily broken.”
Three separate events in five days’ time. Three
opportunities to invite God into our everyday, workaday lives, not as zealots
or campaigners, but as men and women of faith who are not ashamed of the gospel
of Jesus Christ. It is unreasonable to attempt to separate the sacred from the
secular. You can’t do it. Your faith either permeates all situations, or you do
not have faith. We have faith, and God whispers, “Well done.”
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