He was looking forward to
this moment all day long,
after 6 days of labor and it
finally arrived - Visiting
Day!! The man with the keys
arrived to swing open the
large, heavy doors. The
cold, gray hall springs to
life in the warm glow of
light. He could hardly
control his emotions.
The families began to
arrive. He peers from the
corner of the room longing
for the 1st glimpse of his
loved one. He lives for the
weekends. He lives for these
visits.
As the cars arrive, he
watches intently. Then,
finally, she arrives, his
bride, for whom he would do
anything. They embrace, eat
a light lunch and reminisce
how things used to be. At
one point, they break into
singing, with interruptions
of laughter and applause.
But all to soon it is over.
A tear comes to his eyes as
his bride departs. Then the
man with the keys closes the
heavy doors. He hears the
key turn in the lock marking
the end of a special day.
There he stands, alone
again. He knows that most of
his visitors will not
contact him again till next
week.
As the last car pulls away
from the parking lot, Jesus
retreats into loneliness as
He waits until next Sunday -
Visiting Day.
Is the time that we spend
with Jesus an everyday
thing, or do we just visit
Him on Sunday?
- Author Unknown
