Wednesday, July 29, 2015
The Gay Marriage Debate.....
Gay marriage has slowly become a significant factor amongst individuals of today’s society. Similarly, this leads to the discussion of homosexuals having the right to marry in society. Ultimately, conflict from the opposing position of ‘against’ gay marriage may arise that gay marriage can destroy the concept of marriage and mock the importance of procreation. In reference to this; everyone in society has the right to marry regardless of gender, thus it should be socially acceptable. However, this is why it is significant to discuss both sides of the argument, regardless of if you are ‘for’ or ‘against’ gay marriage in society. In relation to homosexuals, contradiction constantly arises that gay marriage should not be legalized. However, homosexuals do not necessarily want to get marriage but may just want the justification of having equal rights. Thus, in the case if homosexuals do want to marry at some stage of their relationship, according to Nagle, “people say that banning same sex marriage is not only unfair, but it is also discriminatory” (2010, p.31). In society, denying individuals rights due to their gender, race or sexual orientation is consequently classified as discrimination. Alternatively, to go against gay marriage and not allowing either two females or to males getting married to one another can become a form of illegal discrimination towards society. It is simply giving equal rights to homosexuals and not judging or blocking them out of the marriage institution. Homosexuals who are not married are just as committed in their relationship as heterosexual married couples are. Individuals may think that preventing homosexual couples from getting married deteriorates the institution of marriage. However, as society begins to accept homosexuality and homosexuals become openly about their relationships to one another, they become more valued members within their communities and the distinction between living together or being married seems to become a disappearance. As for homosexual couples who want to build and raise a family, adoption is the most popular action to partake in and socially this should be accepted within the rights of society. As part of the ‘against’ position, a discussion will be made in relation to children needed both a mother and a father figure. However, in the context of gay parenting, it is not always that a child needs both a mother and a father figure. In society, either two mothers or two fathers can raise children. As long as they are responsible and love their children, children can be raised just the same as heterosexual couples that have children. It can become noticeable that there are many issues constantly affecting gay and lesbian parenting. There is no grounded evidence that mentions that children are affected with same sex parents. Various assumptions can be put into context that children are affected physically, socially and psychologically, but homosexual couples who want to experience in raising a family should be allowed that same right as heterosexual couples. In Mezey’s book about gay families, Mallon states that “it is estimated that there are as many as ten million children living in families with gay, lesbian or bisexual single parents or couples” (Mezey, 2009, p.11). Alternatively, it becomes that more so as studies show, it is not normal for children to be involved with same sex parents. However, in reference to the notion of love within same sex couples, according to Ritchie and Baker, they suggest that “people are expected to have one ‘lover’ and anyone else should fall into the category of a ‘friend’, with strict cultural rules around what behavior is appropriate in a friendship” (2006, p. 592). Similarly, this statement can be overturned and be seen in the context of same sex couples. Individuals against gay marriage may reiterate and say that ‘lovers’ are considered as man and woman. However, why neglect a lesbian loving her female friend? Gay and Lesbian communities should be respected and seen as any other normal individual. Similarly, individuals who choose to be homosexual are considered as their own personal choice and society needs to respect their choices to allow equal rights. Overall, for years people see marriage as only man and woman. As mentioned earlier, the notion of ‘equality’ needs to be considered and respected amongst society. Marriage becomes a legal and public documentation of love and the ultimate trust that two people share with one another. Ultimately, anyone should be able to marry whom he or she wishes to marry.
This is only my take on Gay Marriage. I know there are a lot of different opinions and if you would like to share yours in the comments then I welcome you too.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
About time to give animals their rights, right?
Animal – what comes to your mind when you hear this word? Perhaps something furry, something feathery, something slimy, something with a beak or lots of sharp teeth, - right? I am sure this what comes to almost everyone’s mind when they think “Animal”.
However, do you think of life, a beating heart, and receptiveness to stimulants, feelings, and a struggle for survival amidst tremendous odds? Take a minute to stop and think of this; after all, animals aren’t the cuddly stuffed toys that you see in department stores.
They are living, breathing creatures, given a life just as we humans have. They too have to live, eat, survive, and live their lives. But there is a huge difference between the way animals live and the way humans live. Animals have to struggle for survival; they have to fight for their lives. They do not people to help take care of their babies for them, to cook for them, no family members for guidance and help – the things that humans tend to take for granted. No. Animals are solely on their own from the minute they take their first breath to the minute they take their last. They have to eat for survival, defend themselves with nothing except themselves, build their own homes, take care of and protect their young. To them life is an extremely tough existence, and they have to make do with whatever they have and cannot demand for anything more. Sounds kind of harsh, doesn’t it? Yes, that’s an animal’s life! The world today is becoming less aware of the pain and suffering being inflicted on animals.
As a result, animals are becoming even more and more downtrodden in society. Humans have, and continue to, treat animals as if they are property, as if we can own and therefore control their lives and what happens to them. This is immoral, animals are here for themselves, animals have their own lives, and they think, have feelings, feel pain, require love (from their own species), feel emotional hurt, have families, and everything else that humans do. To just simply say that non-human animals should have no rights because they’re “defective” is a mindless statement! People come to this “conclusion” because they come up with some mindless babble like, non-human animals can’t talk, drive cars or vote, and therefore they have no non-tradable properties. Well answer me this; do non-human animals have the right to exist in their natural environment and express behavior that matter to them? We withhold non-human animals the very basic rights, simply because they don’t resemble humans.
Since they have it so harsh, why do we humans take pleasure from inflicting pain on them, from killing them? They have no defense; they do not have guns and rifles, they do not make traps and snares, nor can they retaliate. Hunting, poaching and shooting for pleasure, or “sport”, is both sadistic and extremely cruel. Sadistic because, you kill something that cannot defend itself in any way, something who can run only so far away from you before you catch it. Poaching an animal because of its beautiful ivory tusks or its strong horn is very unfair and signifies greed. Humans can get anything they want, they can buy anything they want in a store, but these beautiful assets of tusks and horns are God-given, and they are the elephants’ and the rhinos’ to keep, they are a part of their body. The same goes for snake and crocodile hides; they are the reptiles’ skins! If only poachers could stop to think and imagine themselves being shot down by a huge crocodile or an elephant, and then be stripped of parts of their bodies, they could be a little more compassionate.
No doubt, some animals have not been fairly treated by humans over the years. E.g.: Wolves, bears, snakes… People loathe and despise these poor creatures, children are taught to hate them and kill them on sight if they ever do run into one…. Why? Please, lets ask ourselves, why?? What is so terrible about them? To the wolf-haters: Has there ever, ever, even once been a case of a wolf attacking and devouring a human? No? I thought not. Wolves are apparently “scary” because they howl at the moon at midnight. So? Don’t humans sing their lungs out, daytime or midnight? Wolves are also “scary” because of their teeth; but those long, jagged canines are for eating. Wolves are carnivores, they eat meat, hence the teeth. What do we expect them to eat, coffee with chocolate chip cookies???
Please leave wolves alone; they are beautiful, gorgeous animals, with long thick fur and supreme agility.
Bears… yes, our cuddly little teddy is created after the big grizzly bear! Isn’t teddy soft and furry? Yes, so is the grizzly! Apparently, they are “scary” because they are huge, furry, “ill-tempered” animals…. Yes, they are huge, they are furry, and that’s where their beauty lies. Ill-tempered? Well, most people who have observed the bears temper have usually walked to within ten feet of it and made a noise, or clicked pictures of it. Obviously the poor bears get disturbed and frightened. How would the same person like to have a bear coming up to him and taking his pictures, with some blinding flashlight?
Animal fighting rings are an extremely disturbing, and the biggest, cruelest aspect of animal abuse. I have watched several television programs on them; they are especially created to inflict the maximum pain and physical damage to a creature.
Let us take the example of cock-fighting rings: Baby male chicks, as soon as they hatch, are kept in isolation, in order for them to become as antisocial, and aggressive as possible. They are fed on diets that are not normal for chickens; no seeds, no grains for these unfortunate birds. Instead, daily injections of steroids and “pumping-up” vitamins are a part of their diet, to physically alter their appearance, and make them grow to unnatural sizes. Their legs are plucked once they start to spurt adult feathers, and from then on the legs are shaved daily to prevent any feathers. Why? The legs are kept bare so their keepers can attach metal blades and/or artificial claws all through the length of their legs. It gets worse: they are also kept featherless so that the blades and claws of the opposite fighter bird can inflict as much as damage and bloodshed as possible. Now, the actual fight: The two fighter birds are thrown into a padded box, and people stand around and cheer their favorite one on – as they have bet large amounts of money on it! Do they stop to think the amount of extreme pain the poor birds suffer? After a bloody fight, the two birds are thrown back into their cages, given some water and some anti-shock serum through hypodermic needles, known as “prep shots”, which are to prevent the bird from dying – so that they can fight again a few hours later. If this is not extreme cruelty, then what is??
Dog-fighting rings are pretty much the same. The same isolation, the same padded rooms, the same “prep shots” and shock- prevention shots, the same bloodshed, the same pain.
Bull fighting is another extremely cruel “sport”. A matador provokes and teases a bull, then chases him and plunges long knives into his back. The matador is cheered for being “brave” by the millions of adoring public who turn up to watch this cruel sport – a native to, and primary played in Madrid, Spain. Anyone accuses the matador of being cruel and unfair? No.
Fox hunting, rabbit hunting and bear hunting are three very popular “sports” primarily carried out in England and North America. A group of people go into the countryside on horseback with a large pack of dogs and chase the first unfortunate little fox, rabbit or bear they see. The dogs do the chasing; the hunters merely follow along. Needless to say, the dogs tear up the animal upon catching it, and the hunters stand there on their horses and cheer. Yes, this is a popular “sport”!
An interesting issue raised in the novel, ‘Black Beauty’, is that of working animals. Black Beauty is a pre-20th century novel, about the life of a horse. Its life was written to show the inhumane way in which horses were being treated… as slaves, literally. Their attitude towards their horses is, the horses have no interest of their own; they only live to work for humans. Take a look at this novel extract:
“Then there is the steam-engine style of driving; these drivers were mostly people from town, who never had a horse of their own, and generally traveled by rail. They always seemed to think that a horse was something like a steam engine, only smaller. At any rate, they think that if only they pay for it, a horse is bound to go just as far, and just as fast, and with just as heavy a load as they please. And be the roads heavy and muddy, or dry and good; be they stony or smooth, up-hill or downhill, it is all the same-on, on, one must go at the same pace, with no relief and no consideration. These people never think of getting out to walk up a step hill. Oh, no, they have paid to ride, and ride they will! The horse? Oh, he’s used to it! What were horses made for, if not to drag people up-hill? Walk! A good joke indeed! And so the whip is plied and the rein is chucked, and often a rough scolding voice cries out, ‘Go along, you lazy beast!’ And then another slash of the whip, when all the time we were doing our very best to get along, uncomplaining and obedient, though often sorely harassed and downhearted.” – page 104, chapter 29 (Cockneys), Black Beauty.
This shows the way in which humans think of animals. It shows that humans believe animals to be equipment, machines that they can work into the ground, after all, they have no non-tradable properties, they are only here to serve us, if they weren’t used, then what would be the use of them! What babble, non-human animals exist in the same way we do, for their own interests, they are of the same value as us, and they are not our “equipment!”
Another extremely disturbing aspect of animal cruelty is animal testing. Animals are literally being tortured to death by substances such as drugs, cosmetics, diseases, tobacco, alcohol, detergents and other poisons. After all these acts of cruelty such as locking animals in complete darkness, literally driving them insane – the goal, believe it or not, is actually mental insanity – and then turning them in to drug addicts, inflicting diseases such as Aids and cancer, disabling them by turning them blind or deaf, and… there has even been cases of dogs being sewn together, and many cases of mice, rabbits, guinea pigs and even monkeys having cosmetics, detergents and other household products rubbed into their shaven skin and having it drip into their eyes, while being under no anesthetic at all… All for what reason, what does this achieve? We are only finding out things we already know such as we know smoking causes cancer, drinking ruins the liver and we know the side effects of drugs on humans and the results from these experiments are not totally 100% accurate anyway because animals are different to humans. After years of developing science and technology why do we still use these unreliable and inhumanely cruel methods to find out little or no information about cures for diseases? Shouldn’t all the money and effort spent be spent on preventing these diseases in the first place by changing the environment around them instead of using all these inhumane tests on all these animals to prove nothing?
I hope that I have given enough examples to prove what I have been trying to point out all along: Give them a chance!! They cannot retaliate; they scream in pain, yes they do, but to most hunters that is actually a good sign: It shows that they have conquered over the animal… sadistic, isn’t it?
Please, to all who read this, appreciate animals, accept the fact that this earth is more theirs than ours, and please give them their rights…. If only we could imagine ourselves in their situation!
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Legalizing Marijuana
I know this will bring up so many different opinions. Some might think it's great or some might just think it is good and some might say no way.
Well let me start by saying, I personally don't think it is a good idea. Now don't forget that is my personally opinion. You are welcome to leave me your opinion in the comment section.
Legalization of Marijuana has been an issue in the country for around sixty years.
Why have we made an issue of it? Why will people not just give up the fight for
legalization? After all, marijuana is a drug. It sometimes leads to the use of more
dangerous drugs like heroin or cocaine. There are several reasons people fight for this
drug, and many devote countless hours to this seemingly hopeless cause.
Why have we made an issue of it? Why will people not just give up the fight for
legalization? After all, marijuana is a drug. It sometimes leads to the use of more
dangerous drugs like heroin or cocaine. There are several reasons people fight for this
drug, and many devote countless hours to this seemingly hopeless cause.
Marijuana is known as a gateway drug because it leads in some cases to more
serious drugs. This could be happening because of the way people are getting the drug.
To get marijuana you must buy it from a drug dealer off the street. This also gives you
access to the other drugs that are out there. If a person could just walk into a store and
buy marijuana, maybe it would not lead to the use of other drugs simply because kids
would not be around drug dealers. If you could buy marijuana at your local mini-mart
without fear of punishment then it is possible that the use of other illegal drugs would
decline.
Most Marijuana users are casual users. They fight for legalized marijuana because
they feel it should be their right to be able to enjoy this drug when they want. The
government claims that legal marijuana would cause extremely widespread use and
become an epidemic. They say that people would become dependent on the drug like
tobacco or alcohol. Marijuana is not addictive. And is not associated with any major
illness. It would seem that legal marijuana and illegal tobacco would be a more sensible
idea. This is because marijuana has less serious effects on health. Also hemp, which is
the main part of the cannabis sativa plant has dozens more uses than tobacco.
Medical uses are reasons why this is such a large issue. It has been known since
the 19th century that marijuana has beneficial uses in medicine. Marijuana has been
proven to help people suffering from diseases like cancer, AIDS, and glaucoma. Also
marijuana can be substituted for more addictive and damaging drugs. So why is it that
some people refuse to accept or allow legal medical use of marijuana? Many states are
finally approving the use of medicinal marijuana. This in turn has helped ease many
patients pain and suffering.
There are a lot of people in the country that are pushing to legalize the drug
because of the bad image that it is giving America's youth. According to NORML, under
president Clinton more than three million people have been arrested over marijuana
charges. About 88% of them were for simple possession. Most of the people arrested
were under the age of 25. I find it disturbing that a substance that is less harmful than
cigarettes, is causing so much trouble for the youth of America. A simple marijuana
possession charge could even diminish or end a person's chance for getting a decent job.
The legalizing of marijuana is a big issue with some people because of the
financial aspects of the product. Marijuana and hemp could be a lucrative business for
farmers in the United States. Hemp is a versatile product. It can be used for things like
rope, clothing, and can even be liquefied to form a polymer-like substance. In 1999 North
Dakota became the first state to allow the cultivation of hemp. There are strict rules the
cultivators must follow. The plants must be checked for proper THC levels. Also farmers
must pay $150 for a license to grow the hemp. The North Dakota plan is modeled after
Canada, which legalized hemp a year earlier. Canada has shown strong economic benefit
from the resource. There have been many textile corporations aid in the fight against
legalizing hemp. As you can see they would stand to lose a lot of money if this unlimited
resource was made available.
In conclusion, people are fighting for this product because the benefits far
outweigh the consequences. If the marijuana advocates keep up their fight, it is possible
that in the future we will see legal marijuana. But until that day arrives, legal marijuana
issues will be making headlines and constantly pushing for reform.
There is all the information I could find and turned it into a essay. Remember you may not agree with my answer to this, but you can leave me your comment. I would love to read all of them.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Music is my Soul mate....
Some believe, as I never used to, that soul-mates do exist. That there is
one person in all the world that can bring about ultimate fulfillment, boundless
love, and perfect completeness in your life. That such things are written
for us in the very stars, through the fates, or merely in our very biology.
That if you never find that one, you will never be completely happy.
But when you do find that one, you know it through and through, to the
tiniest microbe of your being. I never never believed in this. I
always thought music was my soul-mate, for want of a better word. Music
had always inspired me, lived within me, flowed through me, beat for beat with
my very heart.
3 BEST BREAK-UP SONGS.........
Music can soothe our souls and make us temporarily forget our troubles. When life has got you down and you heart is breaking and blue, turn on one of these songs to help you get back on track.
1. Shut up - by: Black-eyed peas
My favorite lyric from the song is, "That's why you don't believe my lies."
2. Hit the road Jack- by: Ray Charles
My favorite lyric from the song is," Well baby, listen baby, don't you treat me this way, cause I will be back on my feet someday."
3. Unbreak my heart- by: Toni Braxon
My favorite lyric from this song is," Don't leave me here with these tears. Come and kiss the pain away."
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GONE IS SPRING......
It is time to pack and leave
With all that I believed
Professed and practiced
Yet committed and promised
I have seen childhood
And fully understood
That life shall not be easy
And has to keep all the time busy
The period of innocence too passed
So much wealth too amassed
It was enough to last long
For family and children for song
Now I look back and smile
Count those hard days too meanwhile
There is no remorse
For any reason to remember with curse
Yes, spring has gone
And autumn has set in
I may stick to the period allowed
The journey for other land may be followed .
THE ROOM.......
In that place between wakefulness and dreams,
I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features.
save 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 endlessly 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 “People 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 20 years to write 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 “Songs I Have Listened To”,
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
music, but more by the vast amount of 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 an 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 the hurt 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, 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.
I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features.
save 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 endlessly 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 “People 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 20 years to write 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 “Songs I Have Listened To”,
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
music, but more by the vast amount of 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 an 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 the hurt 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, 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.
INTRODUCTION.....
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