~Daddy's Empty Chair~
A man’s daughter had asked the local priest to come and pray with her
Father. When the priest arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows An empty chair sat beside his bed. The priest 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 priest 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 priest 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 temple I used to hear the priest 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,
“Jagjit, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with GOD. Here is what I suggest.”
“Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see GOD 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.”
Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the temple.
The priest was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the priest 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.
One afternoon Shaya and his father walked past a park where some boys Shaya knew were playing baseball.
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 priest 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.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments! , seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
The will of GOD will never take you where the GRACE OF GOD will not protect you!!!!