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 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 too 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 until 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
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