The Empty Chair
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 see 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 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 continue, "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'snot spooky because he promised, "I'll 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 beside,
told me that 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."