Over the matter of your rented home and the soul of the man who holds the key, you have been doing the very thing a believer should do, you have run straight to the throne of grace. And do you think the Lord has stopped His ear? No, child of God, not a whisper of that prayer was lost in the empty air. You have asked for a mighty thing: that a heart yet shut against Christ would be opened, and that a life would be saved by losing it. That is a petition which never rises to the Father without awakening His heart, for He desires not the death of any, but that all should come to repentance.
But now, while you wait for the answer, I want you to turn your gaze upward a little. You are thinking much of the landlord who holds the deed to the apartment, but have you remembered the Landlord of us all? The roof over your head, the breath in your nostrils, the very soul of the man you pray for, all of it is let out to us by a greater Owner. We are all tenants at will, every one of us, with no lease in our own names. The house of your body and the home of your spirit belong to Him who made you. This same Lord is not a harsh proprietor; He is the God who gives grace to the humble. He resists the proud, but the moment a sinner bends the knee and says, “I yield,” mercy steps to the front. Your landlord cannot resist such love forever if the Spirit begins to draw him, and you are asking for that very drawing. Be comforted, then, in this: the great Landlord has the key to every human heart, and He can turn it without a sound, as easily as the morning light slips under a door.
I know a secret that has steadied many a waiting soul: the Lord does not always let us see far ahead. When I was a boy, I held a candle for my father while he sawed wood in the evening. He would say, “Boy, hold the candle right here where I am sawing. Don’t go peering over there into the darkness.” That is exactly how our wise Father deals with us. He gives light for the cut we are making today. Tomorrow’s plank is none of our business yet. You have prayed; you have declared victory in Jesus’ name. Now hold your candle on that sure word of promise, and do not fret yourself about what the morning will bring. Sufficient for the day is the grace thereof.
And do not think it strange if the answer tarries or comes wrapped in a black-edged envelope. Many a soul came to Christ through a path that began in trouble. Your landlord may yet find that the very ground of his security is shaken, so that he looks up and finds the only true foundation. The Lord knows how to make room in a crowded life for a thought of eternity. The mercy you are asking for may arrive in a way you would never pick, but it will be mercy still.
Meanwhile, remember that Jesus does not manifest Himself to the world as He does to His own. You cannot see what the Spirit may already be whispering in secret. The wind blows where it wills, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit. Your landlord’s story is not finished, and the last chapter may yet be written in the blood of the Lamb. Keep on coming to Christ yourself. Lean your whole weight upon Him, and as you do, your own peace will be deep and your prayers will have the sweetness of incense that rises before the throne.
Let me leave this with you: the tightrope walker does not keep his balance by looking down at the drop, but by fixing his eyes on the far point. Your far point is Jesus. He is precious to you already, and if it pleases Him to pluck this other soul from the fire, He shall be precious to him as well. You have asked for a great thing, nothing less than that a man would lose his life to find it. The Lord who put that prayer into your heart has heard it. Go now, and rest in the Landlord who owns both you and the house you dwell in.
Lord Jesus, we bring before You this dear soul who has been pleading in the secret of the rented room. You are the King who reigns over every darkness, and no spirit is too stubborn for Your gentle omnipotence. We ask again for the landlord, that he may come to that blessed losing of himself which is finding of eternal life. And until that day dawns, give Your child a heart that does not waver, a spirit that sees the invisible, and the peace that the world cannot give. Let this rented apartment be a place where heaven stoops low, and let the victory of the cross be known within its walls. Amen.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
