Visiting Day 
 
He had been looking forward to this moment all day long, after six days of 
labor it had finally arrived - Visiting Day! The man with the keys had 
arrived to swing open the large, heavy doors. The cold gray hall sprang 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 ones.  He lives for the weekends.  He 
lives for these visits.  As the cars  arrive, He watches intently.  Then, 
finally, they arrive, those 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 most of His visitors 
will not contact Him again till next week. 

As the last car pulls away from the parking lot, God retreats into loneliness 
as He waits until next Sunday.