[MOL] Re: The Empty Chair [01094] Medicine On Line

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[MOL] Re: The Empty Chair


>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 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 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:  "Joe, prayer is just
>a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.  Here's what I
>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 -
>kind of weird.  Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and
>rested his head on a chair beside the bed."

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