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The Battle Is The Lord's
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." "Thank you"
the Lord replied, and with that the man shut the door and went about his
daily 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. 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
things went along as normal and, being 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 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 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 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 to himself, "
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.
 
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