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 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 men 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...