Jesus is In the House
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
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 young man.
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 return 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 this beautiful
home. For more than 3 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 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 2 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 continues on, "I
just don't understand, I really thought that once I invited you 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 you 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 doors 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 my entire 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 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
Our Lord? Are you keeping a portion of it away from him? The attacks
are coming to us more and more each day. Why not let the Lord fight
the battles for you? He is ALWAYS victorious.
When Jesus looks upon my life,
What picture does He see.
Does He see His own reflection,
Or does He just see me.
Does He see His likeness,
The product of His hand.
Or just another Christian,
Who never took a stand.
Does He see a child of God,
A child that He made free.
Living life to honor Him,
Or does He just see me.
What about the other folks,
I meet along the way.
Do I show them Jesus,
To brighten up their day.
When someone looks into my eyes,
Can they truly see.
That calm and gentle peace of God,
That dwells inside of me.
When I reach out and shake a hand,
Is He right there in my grip.
Can they feel that strength from God,
That steadies when I slip.
When folks are in my presence,
Do they know His Spirit's there.
Can they see that He's the one,
Who guides me everywhere.
When other people think of me,
What is on their mind.
Do they think of Jesus Christ,
So gentle and so kind.
I try to be like Jesus,
Every single day.
Spreading love and kindness,
All along my way.
I'm afraid that I have failed,
I could not pass the test.
Deep inside my heart I know,
I haven't done my best.
I have had to fight my flesh,
Since the day that I was born.
It's always causing trouble,
And being such a thorn.
That's why His Spirit dwells in me,
He's helping me to learn.
In every situation,
Where I need to turn.
He knew I'd never pass the test,
That's why He took my place.
He gave His life to save my soul,
He suffered my disgrace.
Now I try to be like Him,
I must represent Him well.
So other folks will want His gift,
And turn their backs on hell.
Other folks should see the joy,
That Christ has given me.
They should want to have it too,
Especially since it's free.
They should begin to ask me,
What is it they must do.
Just how it is they go about,
Getting Jesus too.
Then I get to tell them,
This wondrous gift is free.
It only takes a humble heart,
A prayer on bended knee.
Someday when I'm face to face,
With the Lord who made me free.
Will He see His own reflection,
Or will He just see me.
I do not mail idea-central unsolicited. If you are receiving this newsletter from me it's because you have subscribed to this mailing list. If you receive this newsletter and are not a subscriber then someone, other than me, has forwarded it to you.
| Normal Subscribe: | idea-central-subscribe@welovegod.org |
| Normal Unsubscribe: | idea-central-unsubscribe@welovegod.org |
| Web Subscribe: | idea-central-allow-subscribe@welovegod.org |
| Web Unsubscribe: | idea-central-allow-unsubscribe@welovegod.org |
| Email Group Owner: | idea-central-owner@associate.com |