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 impending visit. "I guess
you were expecting me," he said.
"No, who are you?" said the father.
"I'm the new minister at your church," he 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 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 preacher
talk about prayer, but it 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 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'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 off to the funny farm."
The minister 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
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
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we all could
go that way."