The Chair

 

A man?s daughter had asked the local pastor to come and

pray with her father.  When the pastor arrived, he found

the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two

pillows and an empty chair beside his bed.

 

The pastor assumed that the old fellow had been informed

of his visit.  ?I guess you were expecting me,? he said.

?No, who are you??  ?I?m the new associate at your local

church,? the pastor replied.  ?When I saw the empty chair,

 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 pastor shut the door.

 

?I?ve never told anyone this, not even  my daughter,? said the

 man.  ?But all of my life I have never known

how to pray.

  In Church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer,

 but it always went right over my head.  I abandoned any

attempt at prayer,? the old man  continued, ?until one day

about four years ago my best friend said to me,

?Joe, prayer is just a simple matter of having a

conversation with Jesus.

 

Here?s what I suggest:

Sit down on 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?ll be with you always.

Then just speak to him and listen 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 to off to the funny

farm.?

 

The pastor was deeply moved by the story and encouraged

the old guy to  continue on the journey.  Then he prayed

with him, and returned to the church.

 

Two nights later the daughter called to tell the pastor that

her daddy had died that afternoon.

?Did he seem to die in peace?? he asked.

?Yes, when I left the house around two o?clock, he called

me over to his  bedside, told me one of his corny jokes, 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, in fact, beyond strange-really weird.

 

Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and

rested his head on a chair beside the bed.?

 

* author unknown

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