In preparation for leading a discussion at one of the meetings, he wrote an essay that he titled “The Room.” Two months later, Brian was dead.
He had a traffic accident, which he survived, but was electrocuted when he stepped on some downed power lines.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.
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The first part describes 17-year-old-Brian Moore, a student who was a part of a group of Christian athletes.“The Room” was actually written by speaker and author Joshua Harris and is in his book “I Kissed Dating Goodbye.” He says it was something that he put on paper as the result of a dream he had while in Puerto Rico for the 1995 Billy Graham Crusade and published in his magazine the same year. He did attend the high school described in the e Rumor and lost his life as the result of a traffic accident shortly after having presented “The Room” for the meeting of Christian athletes. It’s the best thing I ever wrote.” It was also the last.His friends and family believed that he had written it and the story about Brian was passed along to others sincerely. 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.Joshua Harris told Truth Or that he appreciates people getting the facts straight about the origins of “The Room” but is more concerned that people hear the message of the story than knowing who actually wrote it. He showed the essay titled “The Room” to his mother, Beth, before he headed out the door. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-the crepe paper that had adorned his locker during his senior football season, note from classmates and teachers, his homework.THE ROOMAbout The Author Procrastinating as usual, 17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for the Fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting. 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’ life.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. When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. 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. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. “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. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. May the beauty of salvation embrace you, may your need for Christ capture you, and may the power of the Cross overwhelm you. 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. Their personal interests include politics, filmmaking, music, and basketball.For information on the authorship of “The Room” please click here. In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.” I stood up, and He led me out of the room. They are both graduates of Patrick Henry College in Purcellville, Virginia.