Saturday, June 13, 2009

Daddy's Empty Chair...


Good afternoon! I hope you all are having a great weekend. My sister sent me this in an email, and I may have forwarded it on to some of you, but since it is so close to Father's day, and I miss my daddy so much....I thought I would post this here:

Daddy's Empty Chair~
"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 how much he loved me 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 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."


It is comforting to me to know that my dad was able to talk with Jesus in his last days. He told us all about it. I know Jesus carried him when he could no longer carry himself. To those of you that still have your daddys...take some time during the next week to tell them how much you love and appreciate them.



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5 comments:

Debbi said...

Becs, what a wonderful story. Not too long ago our pastor had a sermon on the right way to pray. He went thru all the things you should say when you pray and all the common proper prayers people use at meal time and at church. When he finished, he said "now forget everything I just said" and "just pray". How true!!!

For the love of a teddy bear said...

That was such a nice story, I guess it doesn't matter where or how you pray, just as long as you do. I'm sure Jesus will hear you...hugs to you becs, have a nice rest of the weekend....: ) Jennifer

Debby said...

Oh my gosh, thanks so much for sharing this.
Debby

carole said...

Hi Becs:
How touching/poignant. Prayer is powerful and Daddy's are the Best!!!
I miss mine too.
Thank you for sharing
regards
carole

rlsecrist said...

That was such a wonderful story! It brought a tear to my eye. It is a great reminder to us all, that Christ is always with us and there to listen. Thank you for sharing that. Like I tell my daughters, prayer is the key to life.

Rhonda...