Many years ago, I invited Someone to live with me and since that day He had been a Guest in my mansion. Lately, I became curious how He was, living with me, and I walked up the stairs towards His room.
When I knocked on His door, I could see the Name “Holy Spirit” written on the door. “Come inside,” a kind voice came from inside.
This is my mansion but I did not even know what this room looked like on the inside. Contrary to the rest of the rooms, this one was brightly lit and shining white.
“How may I assist you?” He asked. “After many months you finally decided to pay Me a visit again?”
I did not know what to answer. “I’m sorry, yes, it is true. You’ve always assisted me in everything but I have noticed that You’ve grown somewhat quiet recently. Why?”
“Since you’ve invited Me to live with you, I have been watching over you but you’ve become so busy lately, I try to stay out of your way,” He said.
“You never complain or mention anything You need for Yourself, please tell me more.” I asked. “How are You really?”
He looked at me for a while before He answered. “I must admit I had to get used to living in this environment, being totally different from where I come from, but I am doing it gladly because this is what God wants Me to do.”
“The Father, Jesus and I are One, but we dwell in different locations. They are in heaven and I am with people who have invited Me to live with them. I am living in you as My temple and I am one with you too – however, you decide what we should do every day…. Amazing, isn’t it?”
“Now that you have asked Me, I must confess, I am a bit disappointed. I thought we would be doing so much more by now but If you don’t ask Me to spend the day with you, I stay in this room all day long.“
“Besides that, I want to praise and worship God constantly but If you do not decide to do that, I am unable to. You are My physical arms and voice and because I am living here, I cannot do that without you.”
“Even when you want to pray, you need Me too, but, and listen carefully, whatever God wants us to pray, He needs to hear the words spoken from your mouth.”
I felt so ashamed. I put Him in this inner room and expected Him to be satisfied. I thought He was so pleased to live in this mansion. Since the day He had been indwelling me, I had thought I was powerful enough to maintain a relationship with God on my own, ignoring the fact that my power lies in His presence. Even though He lives in me, I had come to realise that I know the Father and Jesus better than I know Him. To my shame, I had to admit that I tend to spend much more time with Jesus than with the Guest inside my house!
I walked over to Him, held Him close and asked Him to come out of His room and fill me and to remind me every day to honour the Father and Jesus through and, most importantly, with Him.