Secret Life

We all have a secret life—parts of our lives that nobody knows about. All you have to do is pick up the paper or turn on the news and you’ll hear about it. But is that really true? Is there anything that is really a secret?

I think that men might hide more in their secret lives than women do. I don’t know if that’s true or not. Women won’t tell me. (Maybe that’s part of their secret!) But I do know this—men tend to hold things in more than women. In our recent culture, this was perpetuated by John Wayne and Clint Eastwood who’s mantra was to “Do it alone.”

Psalm 139:7 says, “Where can I go from your spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?” God sees it all—everything we do. That is a pretty heavy thought. As long as we continue to hide things from others and more importantly, from God, the farther we distance ourselves from him. It is important to remember that though he sees it all and I’m sure some of what he sees grieves him, he loves us anyway. (He hates the sin but loves the sinner.)

So let me give you two examples from my own life. (But I really want you looking at yours.)

I have a fax machine at home that sits on my desk. It is multifunctional and works as my printer and scanner too. Anyway, about once a month I have to use the fax. The problem is that the cord for the fax doesn’t reach where the outlet is in an adjoining room. So I have to unplug the machine and tote it into the other room. It’s heavy and it’s inconvenient.

Several months ago, I was in a nice hotel early one morning getting ready to do a seminar. No one was in the ballroom but me.

While going through some cabinet drawers in the seminar room, I found one drawer full of old cords and wires that I’m sure were left behind by other people over the years. I saw several cords that would work perfectly with the fax and one was about 20’ long. I pulled it out and thought to myself that no one would ever miss it. It had probably been in that drawer for years. So I wound it up on my arm and started to put it in my briefcase.

And then I realized—God is watching—Everything! It wasn’t mine and I didn’t have permission to take it. So I sat there thinking about it for about 10 seconds and then put it back in the drawer. I’m quite sure God had a smile on his face at that moment.

Another example. (Now this one might sound a little strange, but hear me out.)

I stay in hotels more than most people. It comes with the profession that I’ve chosen. I’ve always thought along these lines: The people that clean these rooms are not my servants. They are people; special people, and what they do for a living is very hard to do. They are no better or no worse than anyone else in God’s eyes—we are all equal. As a matter of fact, I’d sure hate to stay in a place that hadn’t been serviced by these folks.

So here’s what I do. Before I checkout of my room, I make sure that all the trash is in the trashcans. I make sure that the room is clean and that the used towels are hung on the shower curtain rod. I even pull the covers back up on the bed. I don’t make the bed, but it’s not in disarray. The room looks sort of neat when I leave. I don’t know this to be true, but I think that when they walk into my room, they are pleasantly surprised. I have made their lives just a little bit easier. They’ve served me and I’ve served them back. I feel good about that.

And God is smiling.

So where do you need to do a little housekeeping in your secret life. I’d invite you NOT to comment on this in this blog. You might just want to keep this between you and the Big Guy.

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  1. Maisyn
    Maisyn06-17-2011

    That’s a mold-bearker. Great thinking!

    • Robert Mallon
      Robert Mallon06-24-2011

      Thanks so much!

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