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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 man.
The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figure out you knew I was going to show up."
"Oh yeah, the chair,"said the bed ridden man."Would you mind closing the door?"
Preplexed, 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 the 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 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 will be with you always.' Then just speak to him i the same way you're doing with me right now.'''
"So, I tried it and I've like 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 died that afternoon.
"Did he died in peace?" he asked.
"Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock,he called me over to his beside, told me he loved me and kissed me in the cheek.When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead.But there was something eccentric 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."
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- Title: Dady's Empty Chair
- Artist: x - - MOON - s a n
- Description: This story made me cry...Please comment on what you think!If you want to suggest something just say it
- Date: 09/19/2008
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- XxArtificiallyFlavoredxX - 10/01/2011
- Both my friend and I read the story and are in tears. I do too wish we could all go like that..
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- Maedhros Maitimo - 11/03/2008
- that is sad. I wish that I could have that type of skill in wrting. I can only write magic stories... except for my cross poem.
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- lR e l l - 09/20/2008
- That was very touching. I wish we all really could go like that.
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- Strawberry Sluurpee - 09/20/2008
- wow
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- Kahahana - 09/19/2008
- That was a really beautiful story. It made me tear up a smidge. But that could also be because I'm just now putting in my poetry and I've just gotten to the Hawaiian one. I'm emotionally unstable at the moment.
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- DJ Haru - 09/19/2008
- ummm... wow that left me speachless... i like it alot, did u make it your self?
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