A man's
daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.
When the
minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two
pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister
assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you
were expecting me," he said.
'No, who are
you?" said the father.
The minister
told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured
you knew I was going to show up,"
"Oh yeah,
the chair," said the bedridden man.
"Would
you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the
minister shut the door.
"I have
never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.
"But all
of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor
talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.
I abandoned
any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four
years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple
matter of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I
suggest: Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in
faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I
will be with you always'. Then just speak to him in the same way you're
doing with me right now."
"So, I
tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day.
I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair,
she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister
was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the
journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to
the church.
Two nights
later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that
afternoon.
Did he die in
peace?" he asked.
"Yes,
when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told
me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store
an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange about
his death.
Apparently,
just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside
the bed. What do you make of that?"
The minister
wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like
that."
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