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 pas tor talk about prayer, but it went right over my
head."

I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old ma n 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 . 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."

~~Author Unknown~~

Wow! very meaningful and touching. Thanks for sharing this CC!

in faith we trust

Very Nice, Thanks Cc!

Story worth repeating-thanks