This is my first post to this board, I hope I am welcome.I received this from a friend via e-mail today and thought that perhaps this was the best place to share it in TMF community. It warmed my heart on this cool Friday morning.THE EMPTY CHAIRA man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with herfather. When the minister arrived, He found the man lying in bed withhis head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed.The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of hisvisit."I guess you were expecting me," he said. "No, who are you?" said thefather. The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I see theempty chair; I figured you knew I was going to show up." "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closingthe door?" Puzzled, the minister shut the door. "I have never toldanyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life Ihave never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talkabout prayer, but it went right ! over my head." "I abandoned anyattempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four yearsago my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matterof having a conversation with Jesus. Here is what I suggest." "Sit downin a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith seeJesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I'll be withyou always '. "Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing withme right now." "So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do ita couple of hours every day. I'm careful though. If my daughter saw metalking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown orsend me off to the funny farm."The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old manto continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed himwith 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 abouttwo 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, Ifound him dead. But there was something strange about his death.Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his headon 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 allgo like that."
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