He was looking forward to this moment.
After 6 long 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 around 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 for.
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 they depart.
Then the man with the keys close
the heavy doors. He hears the key
turn the lock marking the end of
a special day. There he stands
alone again. He knows that most of
his visitors will not 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?
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