I have a filing room that has my life history in it. All the good things I have ever done. . .and the not so good things I have ever done (I even have a room that has my worst sins in it. I call it, “The Room No1see’s” and I make sure it is locked after I go in it every day).
One day, Jesus shows up at the front door. Surprised, I immediately usher Him in. He asks to see the place. A little hesitant, I begin by showing him all the good things I have done for Him. I can’t help but feel a little bit of pride when I tell Jesus how I’ve used this gift He gave for His kingdom. How I was able to say “no” to drugs, how I was kind to that one person in class who everyone else overlooked. I get so lost in explaining all the good things I have done, that I don’t notice when He takes a left at what was supposed to be a right. Suddenly, I panic. NO, Jesus! not to that room!! But it is too late. He has no problem with opening the door to The Room No1see’s. He just turns the handle–and it opens.
Now I am nervous. “What will Jesus think of me now?” I wonder. I begin to pace feverishly. I slowly walk in. There Jesus is, reading each one slowly and thoroughly. “I have done better things. . .” I start to say. However, the words stay lodged in my mouth. He keeps reading. Eventually I have to walk out, as shame hits me, wave after wave. My mind then wonders, “What is the consequence for all my actions going to be?” At some point, the fear and shame overwhelm me, and I can’t breathe. I fall on my knees, and I cry. Jesus walks out of the room with several files in His hand. He puts his arm around my shoulder and says, “I know, I know”, as He cries with me. Then, He walks back into the room. I slowly follow Him back in. How much worse could it get? When I walk in, I cannot believe what my eyes see. Jesus, with His blood, is writing X’s over all of my files. I instinctively the file away from Him, saying, “Jesus, don’t!!”. He looks at me with His eyes. I slowly hand the file back to Him.
After He finishes in the room, He walks out to all my “littler” sins. My goodness! I thought. How in the world does He plan to pay for the sin of the WORLD?? I notice He uses the same procedure on each of the “smaller” files, as on the “larger sin” files. He uses the same amount of blood for each. And I once again fall on my knees and cry. This time, however, I am overwhelmed by the amount of love and grace Jesus has. And I cry tears of joy. And when Jesus finishes, He comes over to me and cry’s tears of joy with me. And He grabs my shoulders, and looks me in the face; He strokes my hair, and wipes my tears, and says, “I love you. I’ve loved you since time began. Ever since time I knew you. I wanted you to be on My team. Out of a sea of people, I chose you out. I am crazy about you. I love you. Nothing you do can make me love you more, and nothing,” He holds up several sin files of varying quantities, “nothing will ever make me love you less.”
And I fall to the ground, and I worship and thank Him. I can’t believe what He has done for me. Such love I know I am not worthy of. I look up–and Jesus is gone. The files are on the ground, however there is a note on top of the pile. It reads, “I love you. Never forget that. Now go and live likewise.”
