BRIAN'S ROOM...PG 2
A sense of defeat welled up in me then
As I returned the drawer to it’s slot
I leaned my forehead against the cold wall
As my face reflected such shame I felt hot!
As rising waves of self-pity engulfed me
Another drawer came into my view
It’s handle quite shiny..unlike all the rest
It seemed hardly used…almost new!

The title words swam before my blinking eyes
Tears made the letters all  tremble and shake
It read “PEOPLE I’VE SHARED THE GOSPEL WITH”
And my heart began truly to break!
I pulled it open with almost no effort
For it  was only an inch or two deep!
When I saw it contained only 2 or 3 cards?
I again began to bitterly weep!

My tears now flowed freely…the sobs were so hard
That I felt brittle and so very small
I fell on my knees full of shame and despair
From the awful pain of it all!
Row after row of my terrible life
Swirled before my red, tear-filled eyes
I knew I must lock this room up somehow
Or else be forever despised!

I struggled to my feet, began wiping my eyes
And right then was when I first saw Him
“OH NO! Please !” I thought “Anyone but Jesus!!”
Then what He was doing sank in!
He was opening every drawer and reading each card
As I stood like a statue of stone!
And when I finally caught a glimpse of the look on His face
I saw sorrow even greater than my own!

When He finished reading the last of the cards
He walked over to where I still stood
I hung my head…I could not meet His eyes
Remembering that cross made of wood!
My shoulders shook as the sobs came again
And I wondered what His words would be…
But He only reached out…pulled me close to His side
And we stood there as He cried with me!

Then He returned again to the start of the wall
And took out each card in its turn
Began signing His Name over mine on each one
I yelled, “NO!” As I felt the shame burn!!
Rushing over, all I kept saying was “NO!”
His Holy Name should not mine disguise!
But there it was “Jesus” spelled out in red
So rich, so dark, so alive!

Gently He took the card out of my hands
And kept signing, in His Blood, with His Name
As I waited with tears falling endlessly now
Overwhelmed by amazement and pain!
How He did it so quickly, I can’t understand
But when the last drawer slid back into place?
I felt His Hands on my shoulders and looked up to see
An expression of such love on His face!

Tenderly He said, “It is finished.
My child…your past is forgiven
Go now, but remember:  this room is still yours
There are many more cards to be written!”
We each have a room just like Brian’s
Filled with file cards packed into drawers
My “PEOPLE I’VE SHARED THE GOSPEL WITH” file
Just expanded…..now what about yours?
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