WISDOM Posted August 2, 2004 Group: Royal Member Followers: 1 Topic Count: 128 Topics Per Day: 0.02 Content Count: 1,692 Content Per Day: 0.21 Reputation: 17 Days Won: 0 Joined: 01/24/2002 Status: Offline Birthday: 12/31/1952 Share Posted August 2, 2004 Anyone who has seen the movie, "The Passion of the CHRIST", should read this and remember the scenes that portrayed the point of this essay. This is another one I received from my wife while at work. ************************************************************************ The ROOM: 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 has forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them.....notes from classmates and teachers, his homeworkwork. 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 Moores 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." BRIAN's ESSAY: 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 I 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 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 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 card 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, 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 sttod up, and HE led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written. "I can do ALL things through CHRIST WHO strengthens me." - Philippians 4:13 "For GOD so loved the world that HE gave HIS only begotten SON, that whoever believes in HIM shall NOT perish but have ETERNAL LIFE" - John 3:16 MY "People I Shared The Gospel With" file just got BIGGER.....how about YOURS? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest LCPGUY Posted August 2, 2004 Share Posted August 2, 2004 Awwww... WISDOM, that just made me cry, but with tears of joy. Thank you so much for posting that In His Love, Bro John Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
traveller Posted August 2, 2004 Group: Royal Member Followers: 5 Topic Count: 827 Topics Per Day: 0.10 Content Count: 12,101 Content Per Day: 1.50 Reputation: 249 Days Won: 3 Joined: 04/01/2002 Status: Offline Share Posted August 2, 2004 Thank you WISDOM. That was so beautiful. and humbling. :il: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jacqueline Posted August 2, 2004 Group: Diamond Member Followers: 1 Topic Count: 191 Topics Per Day: 0.03 Content Count: 629 Content Per Day: 0.09 Reputation: 3 Days Won: 0 Joined: 03/19/2004 Status: Offline Birthday: 03/29/1970 Share Posted August 2, 2004 I actually heard this before. Someone was reciting it on one of the Church services I watch on TBN. It absolutely ripped my heart out then as it did now. Thats one room I would never want to visit. You know it's funny. I was thinking about this a few days ago. I wanted to find a print out of it so that my sisters and brothers could read it and today of all places I find it on Worthy. Our God is an awesome God. :a: :a2: God Bless You Jacqueline Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Godschosen1 Posted August 2, 2004 Share Posted August 2, 2004 it's powerful it made tears come up in my eyes and I usually don't cry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittyjo Posted August 3, 2004 Group: Diamond Member Followers: 0 Topic Count: 53 Topics Per Day: 0.01 Content Count: 523 Content Per Day: 0.07 Reputation: 1 Days Won: 0 Joined: 05/11/2004 Status: Offline Share Posted August 3, 2004 (edited) The Room is a very moving story and it makes me cry every time I read it. It was written by Joshua Harris and comes from his book "I Kissed Dating Goodbye". It was not written by the teenager Brian Moore, that is a e-rumor... But it does not make the story any less moving. For more info: http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/t/theroom.htm If you would like to send the story "The Room" to friends, you can find it here: http://mrmom.amaonline.com/room.htm For another moving story: Tommy It is described as being... "A true story written by a college Professor about an atheist student who found God after he was told he was dying and in his last days inspired and encouraged many, many others to turn to God." http://www.homewithgod.com/Cards/tommy.shtml Edited August 3, 2004 by kittyjo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Born Again Posted August 3, 2004 Group: Diamond Member Followers: 0 Topic Count: 22 Topics Per Day: 0.00 Content Count: 965 Content Per Day: 0.13 Reputation: 1 Days Won: 0 Joined: 05/19/2004 Status: Offline Birthday: 05/28/1979 Share Posted August 3, 2004 Thank you so much Wisdom... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kay Posted August 3, 2004 Group: Advanced Member Followers: 1 Topic Count: 10 Topics Per Day: 0.00 Content Count: 267 Content Per Day: 0.04 Reputation: 5 Days Won: 0 Joined: 02/23/2004 Status: Offline Birthday: 02/14/1958 Share Posted August 3, 2004 I have chills all over! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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