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 pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.'
I abandoned any attempt at prayer,' the old man 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.'
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
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 pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.'
I abandoned any attempt at prayer,' the old man 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.'
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.
I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU....
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU....
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
Lovely. A wonderful reminder to make our prayer lives simple.
I could not find your photo hunt post, but this is a wonderful blog with uplifting posts....love that poem at the bottom of this post...I've seen it lots...but that's because it is so good and powerful.
But surprisingly, there are still people who disbelieve in God!
What a beautiful and happy story! Thank you for sharing! It is very touching!
This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing! God is great isn't He? I am so glad that ANYONE, ANYWHERE can pray to Him!
That is a truly great post.
Thank you for sharing it.
What a wonderful post
Lovely! Thanks for sharing..
Mind xlinks with me?
Lovely thoughts.Thanks for sharing.
Some good day I will feature this thought in my blog with your signature and back link.
I am really moved. Thanks again.
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