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 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. 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.


"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.

"I can
do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13.

My "People I shared the gospel with " file just got bigger, how about
yours?

RANDOM TAG

Type a random thing: candy is bad for you

Type a random name: Teddy              

Type a random thought: My music is loud

Type a random word: Window

Type a random place: Green Gables

Type a random song: The Truck got stuck-Corb Lund

Type a random letter: t

Type a random number: 1,000

Type a random activity: beading

Type a random food: rice

Type a random symbol: @

Type a random saying: ( i can't think of one :S )

Type the randomist sentance you can: the sun is a big ball of fire candy and the moon isn't green cheese it's green goo!

ok i tagEmmaSheena2004  and CodyMyPaintHorse

Have fun guys!

Horsegal

1. Spell your name how it sounds
Timberle (long "e")

2. Are you available?
No!

3. What's your favorite number?
What ever age i am that year lol....so it's 14 right now....

4. Favorite color?
any shade of blue

5. Least favorite color?
hmmm thats tough...can't really say

6. What are you listening to?
um...a song download...but in a very min it will be dead man carry me by jars of clay

Have you ever wanted to be a fire fighter?
not really

THE DO'S:

8. Do you believe in God?
Yes i do

9. Do you know how to swim?
lol ya

10. Do you like roller coasters?
well if the "ring of fire" counts sure

THE DOES:

11. Does your car get good gas mileage?
well i never asked so i really have no idea

12. Does your family have family picnics?
no

13. does your house have a bookcase in it?
ya a few small ones

THE HAVES:

14. Have you ever been to Canada?
nope! (kidding)

15. Have you ever gone fishing?
yea

16. Have you ever seen a celebrity?
hmmm no i don't think so

17. Have you ever been on a motorcycle?
not yet

THE HOWS:

18. How much money do you have on you right now?
$1

19. How many cars have you owned?
0

20. How many jobs have you had?
um.....2

21. How tall are you?
5'3 or 5'4

THE LASTS:

22. Last person to call you?
um...hannah

23. Last thing you yelled out loud?
get back here!

24. Last person you were in a car with?
girls and mom

25. Last time you ate at McDonalds?
wow! it's been awhile

26. Last thing you had for dinner?
lazy man cabage  (SP?) roll..(yummmm!)

27. The last thing you bought?
hmmm...a dolphin note book

28. Last person you saw?
Shawna

29. Last time you cried?
I don't cry

30. Last time you laughed?
few min ago

THE WHATS:

31. What is the temperature outside?
  too hot

32. What time did you wake up?

8 or 9
Random:

44. Do you have a best friend?
yea

45. What goes best with a soft drink?
ice cream!

46. What did you do two nights ago?
You think i can remember that?! LOL

49. Is your birthday coming up?
2morrow

53. Where were you at 3:02 AM this morning?
um...SLEEPING!

59. What was the first thing you thought this morning?
Does she have to come jump on me?

60. What are your plans for this week?
  working at the warehouse sale

64. Coke or Pepsi?
coke

66. What do you dislike at the moment?
headaches

67. What did you dream about last night?
i'm not saying! lol

68. What's the last TV show you watched?
a show on ytv

69. What is your favorite piece of jewelry?
my necklace

70. Name 1 person on your Top Friends who is the most like you.
um...not sure..i'll have to get back to you

72. Are you on any medication?
nope

73. Have you ever cut your own hair?
hahaha your kidding right?

74. What is your favorite frozen treat?
well i would have to say ice cream

75. How many piercings/tattoos do you have?
none and never will get any of either

76. Where's your favorite place to be?

somewhere silent and on my own

77. Is there someone you haven't seen in a while and miss?
yea....my grandma

79. Do you care what people think about you?
no

80. Last new person you met?
hhmmm..our neighbors husband

82. Last person to tell you they love you?
oh wow! I can't really remember

89. Do you like ketchup?
for fries

90. Will you be in a relationship 3 months from now?
thats a laugh

91. what color is your pillow case?
i don't know

92. Do you wear a bikini during swimming in school?
me?! NO!

93. Have you ever been to California or Chicago?
no

97. What is your favorite fruit?
strawberry... and apple

98. What do you want to do today?

um...try and rest a bit

99. Are you cold?
a little

100. Does it annoy you when someone says they'll call or text you and they dont?

No