author unknown

He had been looking forward to this 
moment all week long, after six days of 
labor and it had finally arrived - 
Visiting Day! 

The man with the keys arrived to swing 
open the large, heavy doors. The cold 
gray disappeared and the place sprang 
to life in the warm glow of light. 

He could hardly control his emotions. 

The people began to arrive. He peered 
out 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, they arrive, for whom he 
would do anything.  They greet each 
other and some shake hands or embrace. 
At one point, they break into singing.
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.