The Room

The Room…

> > IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS
> > TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE
> > PASS THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW,CHRISTIAN OR NOT!
> >
> >
> >
> > 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.
> > Some times 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.
> >
> > 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. 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 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, 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. "I can do
> > all things through Christ who strengthens
> > me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He
> > gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him
> > shall not perish but have eternal life." 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 EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS
> > TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE
> > PASS THIS TO EVERYONE 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.
> >
> >
> > "Fate exists, but it can only take you so far.
> > Because once you're there, it's up to you to make
> > it happen."
> > -Can't Hardly Wait-

May you be blessed after reading this. I was , so i shared it wiht you all :)

artikel yang menyentuh dan menyadarkan aku bahwa Tuhan Yesus sangat mengasihi kita semua ^__________^.....is so sad many times im making u down and sad LORD :( (im reallly so sorrrry Lord :( )

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