Sermon Tone Analysis
Overall tone of the sermon
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Anger
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Analytical
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Tentative
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*The Room*
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* 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 indexcard 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.
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