Reminders are a big part of my life. It seems as though the older I get the more reminders I have to set up. I even have alarms set to remind me the day before an event, an hour before an event, and again for 10 minutes before an event…all so I won’t forget. Life seems so busy that sometimes we forget just to stop and spend some time focusing.
This reminds me of a story I once heard…it goes something like this.
He had been looking forward to this moment all day long. After six days of waiting, it had 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 can hardly contain his emotions. The families begin 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 about how things used to be. At one point, they break into singing, with interruptions of laughter and applause. But all too soon its over. A tear comes to his eye 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 very 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.
I know this is just a “story”, but I think that it’s probably more real than many of us would want to admit. I pray that as much time as we love spending with our family, our husbands or wives, our children…some of us even get excited about getting home so we can spend some time with our animals. So I ask the question…do we get excited about a daily time with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ? Is it a priority? Do we seek him as Jesus sought after the Father in Mark 1:35 where is says, “Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.”
I hope we never get to a place where our only communication with Jesus is only on Sundays and Wednesdays.
Lord, help it to never be so!
Have a great weekend and I will see you on Sunday,