Even if you have seen this one before it is worth reading again.  I 
get
it
every couple years and believe it is to remind me to take a good look at my
life and see if I am happy with the way I am living it.  Its up to you read
on or delete it.
            The  Room
             You  know sometimes when you are in a hurry and don't have
Time
To read emails that friends and family send to you so you just close it
and
Think to yourself that you will read them later, but then you never get
Around to it?
         Read this email.   Don't close it.  I don't care if you  forward it
On or delete it afterwards - just read it.
             It's  about an essay written by a teenage boy called "The
Room".
I hate the thought of what my file room will look  like. May you be as
Moved
And blessed as I was when I  read it. Thanks for letting me share it
with You.
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             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 had 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
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 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 the 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. 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,
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." -
John
3:16
If you feel the same way forward it 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, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT! 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.
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