How I met the most important person in my life

So I've been reading the devotional blog for Vineyard Westside, today's entry and it appealed to me. Why am I so afraid to bring up Jesus at work? For the last year or so I've been more and more reticent to mention God, Jesus, the Bible, or anything else that would be a standard answer to a 1st grader sunday school question. Hell, in fact, I've been known to claim agnosticism now and then. Mostly in the past it's had to do with the fact that my own relationship with God was teetering on it's edge, and my lifestyle and attitude was sorely lacking. I am more than a bit of an ass, and my hormones have a bit more free reign on my actions then they have a right to. I'm often embarrassed to talk about Jesus to people who know me, not because I'm afraid of what they might think of me afterwards, but of what they might think of him. My attitude, my "whinyness," or, worse yet, my on again off again periods of malaise and self-pity. I want to wear Him well, and I can't help but wonder if He's embarrassed of me at times. But the answer is not to be overwhelmed with guilt, rather to wear my weaknesses as a point of pride, to brag of my failings as how He's saving me still. To "beat my breast and proclaim the name of the Lord." Now to just figure out how to do that...