A Child’s Wisdom… “The Room”

A Child’s Wisdom… “The Room”


As written by a 17 Year Old Boy.

This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class.
The subject was What Heaven Was Like.

“I wowed ’em,” he later told his father, Bruce …
It’s a killer.
It’s the bomb, it’s the best thing I ever wrote.”
It also was the last.

Brian’s parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager’s locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County .

Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework.

Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen’s life.
But it was only after Brian’s death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of Heaven.

It makes such an impact that people want to share it.

“You feel like you are there,” Mr. Moore said.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day.
He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole.
He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted. 

The Moore ‘s framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. “I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death.
“I’m happy for Brian. I know he’s in Heaven. I know I’ll see him.”

Here is Brian’s essay titled: “THE ROOM” 

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 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, 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.

“For God so loved the
world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16


I will add my own comments as follows:

Certainly, we know from the Holy Bible that, from time to time, God speaks to His people in various ways: one of these ways is through visions, such as the one that was obviously given to Brian. In Brian’s vividly described vision, every one of us sees a parallel for our own lives:

As it is written: “There is no one righteous, not even one; there is no one who understands, no one who seeks God. All have turned away, they have together become worthless; there is no one who does good, not even one.”

“Their throats are open graves; their tongues practice decit.”

“The poison of vipers is on their lips.”

“Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness.”

“Their feet are swift to shed blood; ruin and misery mark their ways, and the way of peace they do not know.”

“There is no fear of God before their eyes.” (Romans 3:10-18)

Further reinforced by this succinct view of humanity in God’s eyes:

for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. (Romans 3:23)

What Brian beheld was a judgment of his life… what he said or didn’t say, what he did or didn’t do… in startling, ‘Monday morning after’ clarity. The Holy Bible teaches that this will occur for everyone:

Just as man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment, (Hebrews 9:27)

Is Brian in heaven? According to the essay he wrote, and his belief in Jesus Christ as the way, the truth and the life that one can see within it, yes he is. How do I know this for an accomplished fact? Look very hard at this excerpt from Brian’s essay:

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”

Jesus Christ, by His sacrificial death on the cross at Calvary, paid Brian’s debt for his sins, covering them with His blood. 

For the countless scoffers who may read this post and deny Jesus Christ as having been sacrificed to pay the penalty of eternal death for their sins, I say only that the Holy Bible says this about an always-loving, but always-just, God:

Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. (Galatians 6:7)

What Brian experienced was the free pardon of sin through God’s grace… which is His unmerited favor toward us. We do not deserve grace, neither can we earn grace. I will say emphatically that God offers humanity the free pardon of sin… but only through belief in His Son our LORD Jesus Christ:

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. (John 14:6)

Humanity does possess, as it always has, the double-edged sword of free will. Understand that you can indeed turn your back on the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ for your sin. However, God’s grace is not cheap, and it is not to be treated cheaply. The Holy Bible describes the result of denying God’s gift of His Son:

If we deliberately keep on sinning after we have received the knowledge of the truth, no sacrifice for sins is left, but only a fearful expectation of judgment and of raging fire that will consume the enemies of God. Anyone who rejected the law of Moses died without mercy on the testimony of two or three witnesses. How much more severely do you think a man deserves to be punished who has trampled the Son of God under foot, who has treated as an unholy thing the blood of the covenant that sanctified him, and who has insulted the Spirit of grace? For we know him who said, “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” and again, “The LORD will judge his people.” It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. (Hebrews 10:26-31)

Brian possessed great wisdom. Some people believe that wisdom cannot be displayed by the young, but only by those who possess great learning, advanced degrees, years of study, etc. People like this cannot possibly be more deluded as to what the truth really is…

At that time Jesus, full of joy through the Holy Spirit, said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure. (Luke 10:21)

God did not design the Good News of Jesus Christ to be difficult to understand. Therefore, Jesus Christ could say this:

I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” (Luke 18:17) 

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