My Secret Life I have a secret life. No one knows, not even my wife. It's usually late at night. Do I dare expose my plight? ...what will people think? Most folks think I'm boring. Just a regular guy - no passion. I got to work, then work some more. I complain about my life, my wages, and taxes. But once a week it happens. When I'm all alone - cleaning the church. I clean the toilets and sweep the floors where worshipers stood on Sunday. I'm not much of a worshiper - or at least that's how it appears. But I listen to worship music while I clean. All alone in the sanctuary, me and my broom and my mop. Then it happens - quite suddenly. I never know when to expect it. This cleaning job is boring. Me and my mop and bucket, standing in the presence of the Almighty. Something comes over me and I drop my mop handle to the floor. The tears well up and I lift my hands to the heavens... and I worship - in spirit and in truth. Most of the town is fast asleep. It's late at night, and no one knows. It's like being in the throne room, with a spotlight on me. And my audience is Jesus, and we embrace. You won't know it next Sunday - I'm just a regular guy, with a regular job, going through the motions. But I have a secret.