Jesus Is In The House

Once there was this very wealthy young man.

He lived in a great, elaborate house with

dozens of rooms. each room was more

comfortable and more beautiful than the one

 before it. There were paintings and sculptures.

 Crystal chandeliers, golden, ornate railings

on the stairs. More beauty than most have

ever seen.

One day he decided to invite the Lord to come

home 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, its all yours."

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.

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 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. He slept fitfully

 that night.

The next day thing went along as normal and,

 being tired as he was, the young man retired

early that evening. Along about midnight, t

here 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 were dozens of

demons now trying to get into his

beautiful home.

For more than three 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. He really didn'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

 laid up here sleeping. Don't you care about me?

Did I not give you the very best room in the

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 so 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 your house. I am Lord of this room

 but I am not Master of this house. I have

protected this room and no demon may enter

 here."

"Oh, Lord, please forgive me. Take all of my

house -- it is yours. I am so sorry that I never

 offered you all to begin with. I want you to
have control of everything." With this he flung

 open the bedroom door and knelt at Jesus' feet.

 "Please forgive me Lord for being so selfish."

Jesus smiled and told him that He had already

 forgiven him and that He would take care of

 things from now on. That night as the young

man prepared for bed he thought, I wonder

 if those demons will return, I am so tired of

 fighting them each and every night. But, he knew

 that Jesus said that he would take care of things

 from now on.

Along about midnight the banging on the door

 was frightening. The young man slipped out of

 his room in time to see Jesus going down the

 stairs. He watched in awe as Jesus swung open

the door, no need to be afraid.

Satan stood at the door, this time demanding

to be let in. "What do you want, Satan?"

the Lord asked.

The devil bowed low in the presence of the

Lord, "So sorry, I seem to have gotten the

wrong address." And with that, he and the

 demons all ran away.


There is a moral to this tale. Jesus wants all

of you, not just a part. He will take all that you

give Him, but nothing more. How much of your

 heart have you given to the Lord?

Are you keeping a portion of it away from Him?

Perhaps the attacks are coming more and more

each day. Why not let the Lord fight the battles

for you? He is always victorious. I have found

that God made man simple, all of man's

 complexities are of his own devising.


Author Unknown