Visiting Day
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 first glimpse of
his loved ones.
He lives for the weekends.
He lives for these visits. As the cars
arrive, he watches intently.
Then, finally, they arrive, 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 too soon it is over.
A tear comes to his eyes as they depart.
Then the man with the keys
close 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?
Think about it.
