Worthwhile Sharing Email to Christians/Non-Christian
Thursday, April 3, 2008, 8:32 PM
To: Christians/Non-Christians

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. This 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 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 Country and struck a utility cole. He emerged from 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 execpt for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by suthor or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either directionm had very different headings.

This lifeless room with it's small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldnt 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.' 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised but 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 ot 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 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 it's 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 stell 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, seemed newer almost unused. I pulled on it's 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 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. Do something about 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?

Finally some message to Christians:
- Are you willing to let your 'People I shared the gospel with' file to get bigger?
- Jesus had done so much for us, in exchange of His life and blood for our sin.
What have we done for Him?
- I strongly encourage you all to think about it.
- Dont You see the urgency to share the gospel?
- People are just passing away each day, not just old people but as well as youngster.
- If you think you had done enough, ask yourself are you ready to meet God if you are going to die?
This Question is not random but realistic.

For Non-Christian:
- Do you all wish to find out more about God?
- Do you all know who God really is?
- You may choose not to believe but What we Christian do is to share the gospel with you all.
- We are not promoting our God. Because 'promoting' this term, the behind motive is because of money. However, our sharing of the gospel is for FREE!

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