Once there was a 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. There were crystal chandeliers, and golden 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 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 the devil had sent three 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 didnt hear". He slept fitfully that night.

The next day things went along as normal as usual and being tired as he was the 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 from hell and finally overtook them and shut the door against their attack. He didnt really seem to understand this. "Why wont the Lord come to my rescue? Why does he allow me to fight all by myself? 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 on the door. "Lord I dont understand what is happening. For the last two nights I had to fight the demons away from my door while you laid up here sleeping. Dont you care about me? Did I not give you the very best room in the house?"