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By Peter James from: www.peterjamesx.com
Recently I was
sent the following document.
The author is
unknown to me.
I found it very
helpful, and it summarises
much of what I
say on my Website.
Therefore, I
decided to post it on the website.
It will give you
serious food for thought.
It appears to be written by a 20 year old
person.
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In that place
between wakefulness and dreams,
I found myself in
the room.
There were no
distinguishing features, save for the one wall
covered with
small index card files.
They were like
the one in libraries,
that list titles,
by author or subject, in alphabetical order.
But these files,
which stretched from floor to ceiling,
and seemingly
endlessly 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
“People 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 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 names “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 could not 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 20 years,
to write each of
these thousands, or even millions of cards?
But each card
confimed this truth.
Each was written
in my own handwriting.
Each signed with
my signature.
When I pulled out
the file marked:
“Songs I Have
Listened To”,
I realised the
files grew to contain their contents.
The cards were
packed tightly,
and yet after two
or three yards, (Meters)
I hadn’t found
the end of the file.
I shut it shamed,
not so much by the quality of music,
but more by the
vast amount of time,
which 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, (2 Centimeters)
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 an 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 the hurt 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 on 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 worse 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 shoulted
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 myh 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.
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Comments – p.j.
You could easily
add other cards yourself.
How many times
have I blamed God for my problems?
How many times have
I disobeyed Christ’ clear instructions?
How many times
have I blasphemed the name of God?
How many times
have I told God what He should do?
How many times
have I used God’s name as a curse word?
The list is
endless.
I need to make
one thing clear.
Do not take this
to mean that you have to go preaching the gospel
to everyone, and
if you do not do this you are a failure.
This is a common
teaching in Christianity.
Your
present goal is to grow in Grace and Knowledge.
This
means allowing Christ to transform you.
2 Peter
3:18 But grow in grace, and
in the knowledge of our
Lord and Saviour
Jesus Christ.
To him be glory
both now and for ever. Amen.
As
you develop, Christ will lead all the people, whom He has already
assigned
for you to help, to you.
You
do not need to go looking for anyone.
Christ
will lead the people to you, as you are ready to cope,
with
each new situation.
It
certainly does not mean,
that
you have to spend many years being transformed at all.
Especially
in these end times, you can be put to use,
much
quicker than you might have thought.
The
whole operation is under the control of Jesus Christ.
You can only give
what you have.
You cannot help
someone, when you have neither the knowledge,
nor the
experience.
Giving someone a
bible, and believing that this is the end of the matter,
is simply an
error.
The bible is not
written to be understood, as I have said countless times,
therefore you
have to pray for wisdom, to understand the bible yourself,
so that you can
effectively help others.
Avoid
all false teachers.
If
you are reading this, you already are aware that there is a vast resource
available
to you on my website, to help you.
A
system of support is available to help you.
My
very harsh experience, is that when people are going to be helped,
there
has to be follow up, otherwise everything is not only pointless,
it
can be destructive to the person, who is now even more confused,
than
before you thought, that you would help them.
Here are some
documents, which should be carefully studied.
How To Win Your Personal Battle Making Yourself Ready
The Laws Of God Are Not To Test Us
The Jigsaw – The Body Of Christ Listening And Obeying
The Appointed Way To Walk
Am I Worthy ?
By
Peter James from: www.peterjamesx.com