HIS Creation

Sunday, August 14, 2005

TIME: 11:27 PM

Finally...I managed to sleep late...for the past few months I don't think I've ever woken up after 11....so sad...but today I woke up at 11...which I wasn't supposed to...but....anyway,went to eat sushi for brunch with my family to so call celebrate the double A1s for chinese...then after that went national library to study with Clement and Rayson until around 8...except that we kind of stopped studying 7 plus...lol...they played FIFA on Rayson's laptop while I stoned a little...oh...so guilty now...lol.
Spent some time thinking today...nothing really big,but I'm really glad that I seem to be out of that valley that I was in the last few weeks...lol...think I said this quite a few times already...but if you're really glad about something you'll want to say it a few times too right?
I think it's true that sometimes God gives us challenges to make us stronger,this time I learned how important it was not to bottle everything up inside,but at the same time its not good to show a "black face".Always remember there's people that I can talk to or if no one can do that...there's always God,after all He's always around,it's just whether or not we want to seek Him.I think after this time I can handle things better...anyway...
want to share this story I found on the friendster board...lol...it's really thought provoking...Thanks Ee Laine for posting it

This is taken from one of the chapters of the book I Kissed Dating Goodbye written by Joshua Harris. He is a pastor at Covenant Life Church.

This is his dream of our Saviour:

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in that room. There were no distinguishing features save 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 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 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 couldnt match.A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their contents.

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 the 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 Ive Yelled at My Brothers. I have never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes there were fewer than I hoped.I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my twenty years to write each of these thousands, possibly 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 Songs I Have Listened To, I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadnt 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 I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked Lustful Thoughts, I felt a chill run down 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 contents. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

Suddenly I felt an almost animal rage. 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 didnt matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took the file 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 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 couldnt 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 shouldnt 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 continued to sign the cards. I dont 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...

The End

In life,we sin and waste our time and sometimes even refuse to acknowledge God's presence, but still He remains with us,and with such overwhelming love that He sent His only Song,Jesus to die for us,for our sins.Jesus died for us not so that we could go on sinning but so that we might be saved...
Something for everyone to think about...including me....

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Jeremiah 1:7-8
But the Lord said to me, " Do not say, 'I am only a child.' You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you," declares the Lord.

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