Who Lives In Your House?
Author: Unknown
Once there was a very wealthy young man who lived in a great,elaborate house with dozens of rooms. Each room was more comfortable and more beautiful than the one before it.
One day he decided to invite the Lord to come and stay with him.
When the Lord arrived, this young man offered Him the very best room in the
house. The room was upstairs and at the end of the hall. "This room is
yours, Jesus, stay as long as you like and you can do whatever you want to in this room. Remember Jesus, it’s all yours."
"Thank you," the Lord replied, and with that the man shut the door and went about his business.
That evening, after he had retired for the night, there came a loud knocking at the front door. The young man pulled on his robe and made his way downstairs. When he opened the door he found that the Devil had sent three of his demons to attack the man! He quickly tried to close the door but one of the demons kept sticking his foot in the door.
Sometime later, after a great struggle, he managed to slam the door shut and returned to his room totally exhausted. "Can you believe that?" the young man thought. "Jesus is upstairs in my very best room sleeping while I am down here battling demons. Oh well, maybe he just didn’t hear."
The young man slept fitfully that night. The next day, things went
along as normal and, being as tired as he was, the young man retired early that evening. Along about midnight, there came such a terrible ruckus at the front door that the young man was sure that whatever it was would tear the door down. He stumbled down the stairs once again and opened the door to find that there were dozens of demons now trying to get into his beautiful home.
For more than 3 hours he fought and struggled against the demons from
hell and finally overtook them enough to shut the door against their attack. All energy seemed to fail him. "I really don’t understand this at all. Why won’t the Lord come to my rescue? Why does he allow me to fight all by myself? I feel so alone."
Troubled, he found his way to the sofa and fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning he decided to inquire of the Lord about the happenings of the last two evenings. Quietly, he made his way to the elegant bedroom where he had left Jesus. "Jesus," he called as he tapped at the door. "Lord, I don’t understand what is happening. For the last two nights I have had to fight the demons away from my door while you
were sleeping. Don’t you care about me? Did I not give you the very best room in my house?"
He could see the tears building in Jesus’ eyes but continued on. "I just don’t understand. I really thought that once I invited you in to live with me, that you would take care of me, and I gave you the best room in my house and everything. What more can I do?"
"My precious child," Jesus spoke softly, "I do love and care for you. I
protect all that you have released into my care. But when you invited me to come here and stay, you brought me to this lovely room and you shut the door to the rest of the house. I am Lord of this room but I am not Master of this house. I have
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