Who Lives In Your House?
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.
"Thank you," the Lord replied, and with that the man shut the door and went about his business.
That evening, there came a loud knocking at the front door. When he opened the door he found that the Enemy had sent three of his demons to attack the man! He quickly tried to close the door but it wasn’t until sometime later that he managed to slam the door shut.
"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 next night as before 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 hours he fought and struggled against the demons and barely managed to shut the door against their attack. "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?"
The next morning he decided to inquire of the Lord about what happened the last 2 nights. He made his way to the elegant bedroom where Jesus slept. "Jesus," he called as he opened the door. "Lord, I don’t understand what’s going on? 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 welling up in Jesus’ eyes but continued, “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. What more can I do?"
"My precious child," Jesus spoke softly, "I do love and care for you. But when you invited me to come here and stay, you brought me to this 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.
How many rooms in your "house" does Jesus occupy? He will take all that you give him, but nothing more, you choose.