Unbelievable, I said to
myself, surveying my office. I had just been hired by a Christian organization,
a place as close to paradise as I could imagine: no profanity, no off-color
jokes, and no tales of drunken weekends. Having worked in the secular marketplace
for more than 12 years, I now breathed in the wholesome air like a person
getting a second chance at life. Could it get any better than this?
As it turned out, things became a
little too good. I quickly settled into a routine of work, church, family and
friends all Christian. I often felt a twinge of guilt when I thought of Lynn, a
non-Christian co-worker at my former job. She had opened up to me about her
personal problems, and I had befriended her and shared my faith with her.
