There was a man
walking by,
coming from work,
Simon (from Cyrene), the father of Alexander and Rufus. They made him carry
Jesus’ cross.
(Mark 15:21 – The Message)

 

COMING FROM
WORK.
 



In other words this was his daily
commute home.

Since this is sometime in the
morning maybe he had worked through the night. Maybe he worked especially
early.

Either way he had made this walk
countless number of times.
 
 
 

Probably tired from work – he was
trudging along the path he always takes. Looking forward to eating, relaxing
and spending time with his family.

Just going through the grind of
daily life.

All of sudden he comes across a
crowd. There are people cheering and yelling. Some are crying.
 
 
 
Did he know he was about to enter
smack dab into the singular most important event in all of history?
 
An event that would defeat sin,
death and the evil one once and for all. And bring about the redemption of all
of creation.
 
 

The Son of God – His bloodied and
exposed flesh carrying a wooden cross too heavy for Him to bear.

Even more – carrying the sins of
the world.

Before he realizes what is
happening he is forced into helping by the Romans.
 
 

I wander what it was like for
him. Did he know the ensuing moment would define his life? That billions of
people would read and know what he did?

Think about it: One moment daily
work commute — The next you are carrying the cross for the Son of God as he
marches to a death that will change everything.

There would have been no way for
him to know the importance of what he was doing.

 

 
 
 
 

But I can bet he did later. That
it became the definitive story of his life and the generations of family that
would come after him.
 

 
And it happened on a walk home
from work.
 
 
 

As I teach English in South Korea
I am doing my first Monday through Friday 40 hour work week.

You know the routine: Wake up. Go
to Work. Make Dinner. Watch some T.V. Sleep. And Repeat.

It is an interesting journey to
figure out how my relationship with God fits into all of that.
 
 

That is why this tiny little
verse in Mark struck me on this Easter morning.

How comfortable am I with God interrupting
my daily work routine?
 
 

I’m not suggesting anything like
what happened to Simon will happen to me.

But his story made me realize
that my day is filled tons of tiny moments that have a possibility of effect
far beyond what I can see.

 
 

 

If I just slow down. Keep my eyes
open. And step into them.

 
 


And who knows maybe that one
conversation, act of kindness or seemingly annoying interruption to the flow of
my day will dramatically alter the course of someone else’s life and family.


Or maybe all of them put together
will form a stunningly beautiful mosaic of depth.
 
 

Life is filled with COMING FROM WORK
moments.

Are you seeing and embracing them
for all they are?