Here I am in St. Andrew's Cathedral, reposing in prayer. And as I start nodding off, I perceive a man wearing a dark-green polo tee, crisply tucked into his pants. And he goes from aisle to pew, and pew to aisle. He swiftly sweeps the floor, and gently dusts the hymnals and the books.

I watch him for a while. He patiently does his unseen, unheard, unknown work, in and out, left and right.

And then a whisper comes to mind. "Do you see this man? How he tucks in his shirt neatly, and does his work with great thoroughness? See his steady, measured pace, the sweeping forth of his broom?"

Wow. The way this man takes care of the church equipment, he does it with such diligence, all the way down to his attire. He does it like a priest handling sacred items.

An object lesson for me.

And one day, you never know, you may be doing your work unseen, unheard and unknown. And someone else may be observing what you do. You may inspire another person to live for God too - if you aim to serve God excellently in whatever you do, even something as mundane and common as sweeping the floor.