Once there was this very wealthy young man. He lived in a great, elaborate house with dozens of beautiful rooms.
One day he decided to invite the Lord to come home and stay with him. Whenthe 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, remember Jesus, it's all yours."
That evening after he had retired for the night there came a loud knocking at the front door. The young man made his way downstairs. When he opened the door he found that the devil had sent three of his demons to attack the him. 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 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 day things went along as normal and, being tired as he was, the young man retired early that evening. Along about midnight, there came a terrible ruckus at the front door. He stumbled down the stairs and opened the door to find that there 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."
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. "Lord, I don't understand what's happening. For the last two nights I've had to fight the demons away from my door while you are up here sleeping. Don't you care about me? Did I not give you the very best room in my house? 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. 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. I am so sorry that I never offered you all to begin with. I want you to have control of everything."
Jesus smiled and told him that He had already forgiven him and that He would take care of things from now on. That night the young man thought, "I wonder if those demons will return." But he knew that Jesus would take care of things from now on.
Along about midnight the banging on the door began. The 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 said, "Sorry, I must have the wrong address." And then, 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 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.
