A young man decided to invite the Lord to come home and live with him. When the Lord arrived, the young man offered him the very best room in his home. The room was upstairs and at the end of the hall. "This room is Yours, Jesus! Stay as long as You like and do whatever you want in this room. Remember Jesus, this room is all Yours."

That evening, after the young man retired for the night, there was 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 him. He quickly tried to close the door --- but one of the demons kept sticking his foot in the door.

Finally, after a great struggle, the young man 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 all the noise." The young man slept fitfully that night. The next day things went along as normal and, being tired as he was, the young man retired early that evening. About midnight, there was 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 his energy seemed to fail him. He really didn't understand this at all. Why didn't the Lord come to my rescue? Why does He allow me to fight the demons 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 up here sleeping. Don't You care about me? Didn't I give You the very best room in my home?"

He could see the tears building in Jesus' eyes as he continued, "I just don't understand. I really thought that, once I invited You in to live in my home, that You would take care of me. I have given You the very best room in my home. 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 home. I am Lord of this room --- but I am not Master of your home."

"I have protected this room --- and no demon may ever enter here."

"Oh, Lord, please forgive me. Take all of my home --- 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, 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 every night." Then, he realized, with peace of mind, that Jesus promised that He would take care of things from now on.

About midnight, the banging on the door was frightening. The young man slipped out of his room just in time to see Jesus going down the stairs. He watched in awe as Jesus swung open the door, no need to be afraid.

This time, Satan himself stood at the door, 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 his demons all ran away.

There is a moral to this tale. Jesus wants all of your life --- not just a part of it. He will take all that YOU will give Him --- but nothing more. How much of your heart and your life 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 allow the Lord to fight the battles for you?

He is always victorious.
 

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