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Thursday, May 5, 2011

A CLEANSED PAST

I wanna share what  read about the book I KISSED DATING GOODBYE written by Joshua Harris. I just wanted to tell you guys that the book change my point of view as well, Here are some chapters that I read.. 





A Cleansed Past:
The Room
(Joshua Harris)How Jesus Can Redeem Your Past


I Don’t usually share my dreams with people, but I’d like to tell you about a particularly stirring one I once had.
As Christians, we “know” certain things such as “Jesus Loves me” and “Christ died for the sinners”. We’ve heard this statements countless times, but the dust of familiarity can dim the glory of this simple truths. We have to brush them off and remind ourselves of their life transforming power.

A dream I had one humid night while visiting a pastor in Puerto Rico was once such reminder. It summed up what Jesus Christ did for me and for you.

I share it here after a chapter of striving for purity; we need a reminder of God’s grace. For some, myself included, a discussion of purity is an exercise in regret—it reminds us of my impurity and the times we’ve failed.

Maybe you’ve blown it. Maybe you reflect on past actions and wince with remorse. Purity seems like a lost cause. This dream called”The Room” is
dedicated to you.
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I have found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with a 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 on the 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 is 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 contents. 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 couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in 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 there were fewer than I hoped.


I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my twenty years to write each of these thousands, possible millions, of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled up the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the file grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t find 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 named “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not wiling test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed contents. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.


Suddenly I felt an almost animal rage. 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 the file 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 card. 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 with pity in His eyes. But this was pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands, and 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 on 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 continued to sign the cars. I didn’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 walked 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.



More than a Nice Story
This is more than a heart-warming story. It’s not imaginary. The dream is a picture of what Christ truly accomplished when He died on the cross. He literally took our guilt on Himself. And this meant more than just having His name o a card. It meant receiving the punishment from God that all those sinful words and actions deserved.

Here is what important to understand: It is only by repenting of our sins and putting our faith in Christ that this substitution can take place. We each have a “room” containing our sinful deeds and thoughts. But just because we admit this or feel bad about it doesn’t mean were forgiven. Remorse can’t save anyone. Only faith in Christ can. Only trust in His death and resurrection for us.
Whose Name Is on Your Cards
The Bible teaches us that one day we’ll each stand before God to be judged. “So then, each of us will give an account of himself to God” (Romans 14:12). All the “cards” from our life will be dumped out before Him for review.
The hope I have for that day isn’t that I’ve written enough good cards to make up for the bad. My hope for that day is the fact that I’ve put my faith in God’s perfect Son. He has already paid the penalty for my sin. Even though I deserve to be punished, even though I’m guilty, the name of Jesus will be on those cards.
For sinners like you and me, there’s no better news. We can be forgiven. Every man and woman who believes on Jesus can be cleansed—no matter how dark the stain of sin.

“So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light” (Romans 13:12). Admittedly, some will have more to lay aside than others—more memories, more pain, more regrets. But the past needn’t determine our future. We have choices right now about how we’ll live. Will we set our hearts on God and walk in His paths?

“Let us behave decently,” the passage in Romans continues, “ …not in sexual immorality and debauchery…. Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature” (vv. 13-14).


Not one of us can stand completely pure before God. We are all sinners. But no matter how filthy the rags of our defilement may be in a moment of repentance and faith the heart turned toward God loses its impurity. God clothes us in Christ’s righteousness. He no longer sees our sin. He transfers Jesus’ purity to us. So see yourself as God sees you—clothed in radiant white, pure, justified.
Maybe you have a particular memory that continues to hound you, a memory that makes you feel unworthy of God’s love and forgiveness.

turn away from it. Don’t replay that moment or any others like it. If you’ve rejected all those behaviors, God has promised to remember them no more.
(Hebrews 8:12). Move on. A lifetime of purity awaits you.


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