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?