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Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Story written by a 17 year old boy


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 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 entitled

"The Room."
Page 1

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

If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with u" my file just got bigger, how about yours?
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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Brief history of Anglican Student Fellowship

Before November 21, 1999, various Anglican Christian students who
find themselves in higher institutions gathered together under various
names to fellowship and to build up themselves, and more importantly
to see how they can go back to the church and help their pathetic
state. They started meeting as campus fellowships under different
names. Some dates back as far as 1975. An example is the (then)
Anglican Youth Fellowship in University of Ife (now Obafemi Awolowo
Below are some of the names under which the various groups
gathered together to meet:
• Anglican Youth Fellowship (AYF)
• Anglican Students’ Association of Nigeria (ASAN)
• Evangelical Fellowship in the Anglican Communion in Schools
Ministry (EFAC in Schools)
• Anglican Communion Students’ Fellowship (ACSF)
• Anglican Students Evangelical Fellowship (ASEF)
As time went on, the need for one umbrella body to foster unity and
forge ahead was felt. The first obstacle was the unification of all the
existing groups and the creation of branches in all the campuses
(universities, polytechnics and colleges of education) in the country.
Series of meetings were held between 1995 and 1997, mostly presided
over by Late Venerable Olu Oshewa of the (then) Lagos Diocese as
appointed by the then Primate of the Church of Nigeria (Anglican
Communion), Most Rev. J. Abiodun Adetiloye (Rtd.) to find a merger
and a consensus name which will be recognised by the Church and all
the higher institutions across the country.
Precisely on May 2, 1997, at the Archbishop Vining Memorial Church,
Ikeja, Lagos, it was agreed that one body be formed, and it shall bear
the name: ANGLICAN STUDENTS’ FELLOWSHIP (ASF). Their reasons
were not far-fetched: an umbrella body (with a name different from the
existing ones) for all Anglican students in higher institutions
irrespective of the group they belong to in their respective local
churches – whether AYF, EFAC, BB/GB, YMCA, YWCA or the like. All
the already-existing fellowship associations agreed to change to this
new name with immediate effect except one – the EFAC Students’
Although the change of name was effected and new branches started
coming up, a lot still needed to e done – like drawing up a constitution
for the fellowship and publicising the fellowship in all campuses and
churches. All these were done in readiness for the official inauguration
of the fellowship.
The constitution was drawn by a committee called ‘Task Force on ASF’
and was approved for general use by the Delegates Conference acting
on behalf of all Anglican students on Saturday, March 7, 1998. The
constitution includes, among other things, the Authority, the Name of
the fellowship, the Vision, the Aims and Objectives, the Motto and
Slogan, the Emblem, Membership, Doctrinal Basis, Affiliation, and
most importantly, the sub-units, leadership and administrative
structure of the fellowship.
The official inauguration of the Anglican Students’ Fellowship was
performed by the Primate of the Church of Nigeria (Anglican
Communion), Most Rev. J. Abiodun Adetiloye (Rtd.) on Sunday,
November 21, 1999 at the Archbishop Vining Memorial Church, Ikeja,
Lagos in a colorful and prayerful ceremony. Thus, ASF which was
conceived in 1997, was finally born.
Today, with well over 100 branches in different higher institutions in
the country, and several alumni doing well in various works of life
(spiritual and temporal), we are working with high energy, renewed
every morning by the LORD, to fulfil our mandate.
We are still committed to chruning out young and enlightened men and
women who will permeate every nook and cranny of the church and
society to restore the ancient landmark in their respective corners. We
are still committed to giving members a sound and solid Christian
foundation, and encouraging them to boldly stand for Jesus Christ in
their various campuses.
GOD who has brought us this far wiil surely see us through to the end.
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