Imagine a very wealthy man who owns an entire town. Every home, building and plot of land belongs to him. But he is a very generous man and has leased out every available space to people who needed it. To all he charges one set amount of rent. No one pays more or less. Some have bigger homes, some have smaller. But all have a place to stay. Except this owner. He owns everything and yet he has not held back a place to be his own.
He walks this town every day, knocking on every door, hoping that someone will open up and allow him to come in and stay with them for the day and night. On a good day he finds the door open and friendly faces welcoming him to join them for meals and for time with their family. But often he's met with rudeness or indifference as people turn him away. They may say that he has no right to come in, since he has legally leased the place to them. Or he isn't welcome right now because it's not a good time- they've got too much going on.
The owner could easily force his way in or work to evict someone in order to make room for himself, but instead he patiently and humbly walks from house to house, knocking and hoping for a door to open. Day after day, week after week, this humble man searches out the homes of those he can call friends.
"Foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head." -Matthew 8:20
He has no place to lay His head because he's generously leased it all to us. Do we open our doors to Him? Will we be one of His friends?