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THE ROOM

Posted Tuesday, March 27, 2012, at 12:59 PM

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My File-room holds my good, and Bad, Now, transfigured there within, Much blood needed for Sin I had, Against all Sin-Storms now, I 'WIN.' AMEN
I pass this on, once again,
A story about Life, and Sin,
It will fill your heart and brain,
Knowing Jesus can change 'Sin, to WIN.'

IMAGINE...please...:
This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class.
The subject was What Heaven Was Like.
"I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce.
It's a killer.
It's the bomb It's the best thing I ever wrote."
It also was the last.

Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it
while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School
in Pickaway County .
Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted
every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers,
and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the
essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life.
But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore
realized that their son had described his view of Heaven.

It makes such an impact that people want to share it.
"You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day.
He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off
Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole.
He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power
line and was electrocuted.

The Moore's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the
family portraits in the living room.
"I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to
find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay.
She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after
death.

"I'm happy for Brian.
I know he's in Heaven.
I know I'll see him."

Here is Brian's essay entitled:

"THE ROOM:"
In that place between wakefulness and dreams,
I found myself in the
room.

There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall,
covered with small index card files.
They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author
or subject in alphabetical order.
But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly
endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was
one that read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began
flipping through the cards.
I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names
written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system
for my life.
Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small,
in a detail my memory couldn't match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred
within me, as I began randomly opening files and exploring their
content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of
shame and regret, so intense that I would look over my shoulder
to see if anyone was watching.

A file named " Friends" was next to one marked " Friends I Have
Betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright
weird; "Books I Have Read," " Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have
Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled
at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I
Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath
at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than expected, sometimes fewer
than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each
of these thousands or even millions of cards? But, each card
confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.
Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked " TV Shows I Have Watched," I
realized the files grew to contain their contents..The cards were
packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found
the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality
of shows, but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked " Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill
run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not
willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its
detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had
been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.

One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards!
No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an
insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now.
I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end
and began pounding it on the floor, I could not
dislodge a
single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to
find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.
Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long,
self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel
With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer,
almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more
than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards
it contained on one hand; and then the tears came.
I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my
stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried.
I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.
The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one
must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide
the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please, not Him; Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched
helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I
couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could
bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my
own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He
have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked
at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger
me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to
cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could
have said so many things.

But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one
end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign
His name over mine on each card."No!" I shouted rushing to Him.

All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him.
His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in
red so rich, so dark, and so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine.
It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He
smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll
ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it
seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its
door. There were still cards to be written.

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal
life."
John 3:16

If you feel the same way, forward it to as many people as you can,
so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My
"People I Shared the Gospel With" file just got bigger,
how about yours?

IF THERE IS ONE MESSAGE THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND
THE WORLD (many many times), IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE PASS THIS TO
EVERY ONE YOU KNOW, CHRISTIAN OR NOT!"LET'S FILL OUR OWN FILE
CARD" AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

(You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether

you did or not, but you will know and so will He.) (He He, Sneaky me)

God Bless Us, Everyone, Everyday, in Your Special Way.

It's Up To Us To Notice!!!

It's Up To Us To Witness!!!

It's Up To Us To Repent!!!

AMEN



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