Dear All,

PLEASE ENSURE YOU READ THIS TO THE END, PREFERABLY WHEN YOU ARE LESS BUSY.

I can only imagine…

Heaven 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 inPickaway 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 entitled:

” 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 Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16

Let everyone know about this…

Anyway, I won’t blog about camp til it’s actually here. I’m blogging about something real personal… So here goes.

I’ll start with a question: What would you do when you like someone and he only sees you as a friend? One person told me, I shouldn’t waste my time over this person. And a few others encouraged me to admit it to him. The thing is, both do have a point.

The first one. True, why would I really waste my time over someone who I’ve hinted a million times and still couldn’t see or realize that I like him. But how will I know that he really likes me as just friends if I wouldn’t tell him, right? Which brings us to the point of the second answer.

Uggh.. It just upsets me that I am stuck in the middle of two things that makes sense. If one doesn’t, feel free to leave a comment.

Maybe I should tell you something about our friendship. Simply comfortable. Out of all the guys I liked (and admitted to myself), he’s the only one I’m comfortable with. Usually when I know I have a crush on someone, I normally start panicking inside and boom, no talking. I go on shy, quiet mode around the person. But with ‘him’, I’m still being Auie: crazy, blah and random. I pretty much open to him and I open up to him sometimes. I couldn’t fully open up because I’m not sure if he wants to listen to my dramas. Lol… but yeah, he’s far out different from all of the guys I liked. And yes, I have admitted to myself that I like him… Twice I’ve said to myself I’ll stop liking him. Twice I liked him again. I wanted to stop, listen to my friend who said I shouldn’t waste my time and I’m trying to.

I’m waiting for my last sign over at camp and see. If we’ve gone closer, I’ll tell him and it’s all or nothing. But at least I got it out of my chest. If nope, then I should better listen to the wiser one and let him be. It might be just attraction and not the real deal. But whatever, you might wanna argue. I can’t fully think coz my head is tired, so if you find the blog weird… It’s because my brain isn’t functioning well.

Looking forward to comments. If any would even read this.

Right now there are loads to tell so less the time… So wait up till i can get a chance to go online again. I’m so going to post everything…. Especially boi drama… JOKES

Lol.. I’m so excited for YFC Camp! Dudes and dudettes… COME!!!! April 9… exciting it’s my birthmonth AGAIN!! My bday’s going to be awesome again… hahahaha

I’m not lying when I say I felt someone hug me and it wasn’t anyone in the group. It was definitely a hug you’ll never forget. I was doing things not exactly on purpose. I mean, yes it’s me doing it and I know I’m doing it but there’s something else. You know it’s not JUST you doing it. I love the feeling. The feeling like I’m free, I’m clean like all my worries are gone. And yes! It’s the best feeling ever!! I LOVE YOU JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are the best that has happened to my life and I’m thankful for all the blessings you gave me. Thank you so much! I Love you

Music: None
Movie: Jennifer’s Body

Note: isn’t weird that I’m watching a devil movie when I’m talking about Jesus Christ….. Actually no. I feel safe. I know I’m safe when I’m with Christ. So no devil is here to destroy my life.

I’m at Ira’s place at the moment having our sleepover since for like a year now! Hahaha, a dear friend of ours just got back from Australia and it’s cool seeing him again. I missed John sooooo much…

Well, at this moment, I was just looking through facebook not really knowing what to do. I should be sleeping by now since I have to wake up at 8 coz I’m going uni hopping with Ivy and Majoe tomorrow! Err more like later since it’s 2am.

Well yeah, we’re going vic and massey tomorrow since we will go inquire about CUP and courses for next yr. I’m still wishing for permanent residency for Christmas so HOPEFULLY we get it coz i really want to go to school

Oh and speaking of Christmas, check this out:

1. You shall not leave ‘Christ’ out of Christmas, making it ‘Xmas.’ To some, ‘X’ is unknown.

2. You shall prepare your soul for Christmas. Spend not so much on gifts that your soul is forgotten.

3. You shall not let Santa Claus replace Christ, thus robbing the day of its spiritual reality.

4. You shall not burden the shop girl, the mailman, and the merchant with complaints and demands.

5. You shall give yourself with your gift. This will increase its value a hundred fold, and the one who receives it shall treasure it forever.

6. You shall not value gifts received by their cost. Even the least expensive may signify love, and that is more priceless than silver and gold.

7. You shall not neglect the needy. Share your blessings with many who will go hungry and cold if you are generous.

8. You shall not neglect your church. Its services highlight the true meaning of the season.

9. You shall be as a little child. Not until you become in spirit as a little one are you ready to enter into the kingdom of Heaven.

10. You shall give your heart to Christ. Let Him be at the top of your Christmas list.

Obey this Ten Commandments and you’ll definitely have the best Christmas ever… Especially the tenth commandmend!!

Anyway, have to go sleep… My textmate didn’t text back.. probably fell asleep.. LOL… *blush*

Oh and I’m gonna go put the photos up sometime from the YFC Step Up and today’s sleepover. And i’ll go talk about the Step Up sometime soon… Its the best ever!

Music: None… LOL they’re watching mtv i think

Remember, God’s always there to lift us up no matter what. He’s there and will never turn his back on us even if we do/did turn our back on Him. He loves us soooo much and will never leave us. Watched it? Comment…

Music: I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry

How well do you know your DNA? Or your inner body parts or whatever? I know I don’t know anything about biology. Heck, I even failed my sophomore year science. Except genetics, by the way. It was the easiest but I actually forgot it now. But there’s this one small tini-tiny protein cell in the body that I will never ever forget… As in EVER…

So that night in the YFC meeting, Met* led the meeting and showed us a video “How Great is our God”. Louie Giglio compared the earth to a size of a golf ball and showed the universe. You know how we viewed the earth as real huge? And the sun even bigger? Compare it to the other stars in the sky. Err.. I’m not going through that, actually. We all know how big the universe is and how genius God is in creating the universe.

What I’m here to let you know is the small parts of our body. Like the DNA or something… It’s a protein that makes up all your our organs (thanks to my sis for that by the way). Basically, it the protein that’s part of a structure that binds cells together to make tissue, and tissues makes organs… (thanks to my sis again… okay i’m not really sure of what I’m talking about scientifically… but the point is it’s a protein that “HOLDS THE BODY TOGETHER”.)

You know how we get all lonely and sad all the time? We feel torn apart because we don’t know what to do. We feel like there’s nothing else to do but give up. And sometimes we would go “Why is this happening, Lord?”… “Are you trying to make me suffer?” or something like that and we feel like being torn apart. But think about this next few things I’m going to say. The laminin… it’s awesome. It’s described as the protein that holds the body together. Scientifically, it binds cells that forms tissues that forms organs that forms your body whatever… Get the picture? But hey… it’s that small protein that binds everything together to hold your body.

Okay… I’m not making sense anymore, right? What’s so cool about laminin? It’s just a protein.. Well……. wait till you see how it’s diagramed by clicking here and here and here for the actual. You may think that it may just be a coincidence, but hey… it’s the sign of God. The protein that holds our body together, is the sign of God. How great is that? A million small crosses hold our body together are spread inside our body. Think of it as God is inside us to hold us together.

So point is, even if you feel so down and you think there’s nothing else in life. God is in you all the time. It may not be the laminin that will solve your problems, but just think that God’s in you no matter what. Literally or not. He will always be there to put you together and be strong. Enjoy!

This makes more sense, though: WATCH IT! It’ll blew you away

Music: None but I’d say No Longer I is the best song to be listening while reading/writing this one. It’s a song composed by YFC Wellington Music Min aka GEPC

*Name changed.

Edited: I just got back from Vic University and what can I say? I AM REALLY EXCITED! Well, the word we used today actually was ‘desperate’… Yes. I was pretty much desperate to go back to school. Some of my friends have said I was lucky to not have school. But seriously… If you know you want to establish yourself and mind to the chosen career you want, you will want to have school no matter how much freedom you’re having.

Freedom = boredom. You are free to do whatever you want, yes. No school, no home works, no tests, no school nights, no requirements to finish on due date. But not really. No school means alone at home, no hang outs, no productive works, and you’ll just get lazier and lazier every minute. Back then, I was enjoying all of these because I get to focus on Vanessa-Hudgens.ORG. Every single minute I was away from school, all I did was websites and designs. I’ve been doing that ever since 2004 even while attending school. But as soon as I realized what I was missing for the past 3 years since I graduated from High School in the Philippines, I craved for University learning. (And to be honest, I was suppose to get my degree next year if I was studying in the Philippines).

“yes, i think school can be such a headache at loads of times but, on the other hand, i also think that that’s where the fun of being a student comes from. i mean, there’s so much hype at first but in the end, you’ll see the outcome of your hard work and it’s worth every effort you put on it.” – Razz

I was at a meeting for YFC (Youth For Christ) and three of my friends in there were sitting on the floor by coffee table with loads of papers all over them. They were all busy working on their university papers, homeworks and essays and one things came in my mind: How cool is that?! Okay, it may not be what you would think, but I’ve been all laidback and chill throughout the year since I finished school last year, and guess what? I feel like I know nothing anymore.

Earlier today, as I went to Vic University, I never really thought I’ll feel the university vibe as I had weeks ago since I know there’s a small chance I’ll be going to school next sem, which is next month, by the way. But the -very friendly- Liaison officer have given me additional hope. He said to let him know as soon as possible once we get our permanent residency within June ’til the 27th of July. That gave me hope that MAYBE I’ll get in next semester. Who cares if I miss two weeks of school? At least I’ll get in this sem. So fingers crossed so I can get into university next sem.

For my university study, I have chosen Film Studies and Theater as my major. Why? Coz it’s something different from what my friends and family are taking. My sister just finished medicine, my brother just finished statistics, my younger brother will probably take hospitality and my youngest brother is still deciding but it’s in the line of math or criminology. None of my friends are taking up film studies making me the only one in the group. I don’t feel left out, I actually felt pretty unique.

So yeah, fingers crossed and I’ll just update to whatever’s going to happen to my learning future. I hope I’m not late to start in the film industry after graduating or late to be in Hollywood. Thanks to who ever reading <3

Music: Candles – Hey Monday