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NateR
01-25-2010, 03:32 PM
From Matt's Blog:

This is an essay written by a 17-year-old kid for a high school project and I thought it would share it with you:

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, 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, 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, and 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.

Here is the Bible verse for this week:
"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)

-matt

billwilliams70
01-25-2010, 03:57 PM
Very moving essay, thanks for sharin'.

Later.

Bonnie
01-25-2010, 04:04 PM
I always look forward to your blogs, Matt, but I have to say, this one is just..."Wow". Makes you think about the catalog of your life.... :wink:

As always, thank you for sharing.

Shoots like a girl
01-25-2010, 07:34 PM
Beautiful.............

VCURamFan
01-25-2010, 07:46 PM
Man, what an awesome blog, Matt, thanks! That essay always hits me with a combination of joy & shame.:ashamed:

CAVEMAN
01-25-2010, 08:45 PM
It is an awesome reminder of GOD'S kindness torward us! Thank you for sharing.

CAMPO
01-25-2010, 09:02 PM
wow...makes you stop & think. Very powerful...thanks for sharing that great essay!!
hope you & your family had a great weekend =]

hughesfan4life
01-25-2010, 09:17 PM
very powerful and moving!.thanks for sharing matt.hope you and the family are all well.x:)

Tyburn
01-25-2010, 10:15 PM
Ocular Veritas

:unsure-1:

Boomer
01-25-2010, 10:27 PM
Bravo

Robertboxerboy
01-25-2010, 11:09 PM
I got this in an email once, I read it at our FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes) meeting the next week, it truly is awesome.

TENNESSEAN
01-26-2010, 02:08 AM
How cool is it to come to a fighter/mma site and find this on the front page.
I came here as a fan of a great fighter I come back as a fan of the man.
Great job buddy way to use your platform. :cool:

OkiefromPC
01-26-2010, 02:33 AM
WOW, part of the reason I joined this place was because I knew Matt is a Christian. I'm at a point in my life where I'm really searching for a lot of answers and I'm trying to become a better person day by day. I've got a ways to go.
That story was really interesting for me to read because it gave me a different perspective or angle on the fact that God is always watching. Thanks for posting.

Silverback
01-26-2010, 02:38 AM
Very very good, makes one think. Thanks for sharing.

Llamafighter
01-26-2010, 03:18 AM
That essay is really powerful. I've keep thinking about it. I guess that's the point, right?
Thanks for sharing it, Matt.

Twinsmama
01-26-2010, 03:33 PM
"The Room" was written by speaker and author Joshua Harris and is in his book "I Kissed Dating Goodbye."