Short Story - The Room

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for 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 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, seemed 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. 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 concern in His eyes. But this was a look 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 and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but in 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.'



for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,
- Romans 3:23

For the wages of sin is death,but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
- Romans 6:23b


That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.
- Romans 10:9

Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ,
- Romans 5:1

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
- Romans 8:38-39

WWJD

What Was Jesse Doing?

After I returned from the Dare 2 Share weekend, I helped Ryan and Sarah move a couch. It was actually pretty fun. I probably wouldn't have bothered blogging about this, but the last picture of Sarah holding the couch piece is pretty priceless.

Random Musings

Is there salad for non-veggie lover's?

Is there a type of salad that veggie lover's hate?

I mean, salad is salad, right?

Prayer Request

My dad, Michael Duckett, is going in for extensive knee surgery today at 3:30. Please pray for steady doctor hands and a speedy recovery.

Thanks.

***UPDATE***

Dad's surgery went well. It ended up being pushed back a few hours, but still successful. He is hanging out at home right now relaxing and healing. Austin has been home for spring break and has been taking good care of him. Of course, Gina and Tyson have been helping too.

Thanks for your prayers.

Music

Josh Wilson
Trying To Fit The Ocean In A Cup

The other day I was listening to the radio and I heard the song, "Savior, Please". As I listened, I found myself completely connecting with the words. Then as I thought about it, this song is about everyone.

I try to be so tough

But I'm just not strong enough

I can't do this alone,

God I need You to hold on to me

I try to be good enough

But I'm nothing without Your love

Savior, please keep saving me

So, I went out on a limb and purchased the entire album from iTunes.

I was impressed. The mood of the album is light, relaxed, and enjoyable. When I hear it, it's as though the sun is trying to peak through the clouds. And while the sound is fun, the lyrics continue to make you think. For example, the song "3 Minute Song" says;

I've got a hundred metaphors

And if I had a million more

I could never ever seem to sum this up Besides,

how can some melody

Communicate eternity

It's like trying to fit the ocean in a cup

Other tracks speak about turning around and back to God, stop faking the funk and letting God love us, and not letting money control us.

This is a good, wholesome, God loving album.

I like.

1. The Saints 5:16
2. Savior, Please 4:11
3. 3 Minute Song 3:00
4. Turn Around 2:57

5. Let Me Love You 3:20
6. Something's Got To Change 5:41
7. Tell Me 3:30
8. Pull Me Through 2:53
9. Oak Avenue 4:56
10. Dear Money 3:28
11. Beautiful Like This 5:17