The Empty 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 church," the pastor replied. "When I saw the empty
chair, I figured you knew I was going to show up."
"Oh, 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. At 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 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--kinda weird. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over
and rested his head on a chair beside the bed."