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 pastor at the local church," the pastor 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 pastor shut the door. "I've never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the the man.
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I would hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it always went right over my head. "So, I abandoned any attempt at prayer, 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 God. Here's what I suggest. Sit down on a chair, place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see God in 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've 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 days later, the daughter called to tell the pastor that her father 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 beside, 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. Kind of weird." "What was it?" the pastor asked. "Well," she said, "apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on a chair beside the bed."