Here is a story my dad sent to me, I hope it touches your heart as is did mine.
The Prayer 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 the 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.
“I’m the new minister at your church,” he 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 minister shut the door. “I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter. At Church I use to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.”
“I pretty much abandoned any attempt at prayer,” the old man continued, “until one day about a year ago , my best friend said to me, ‘Joe, prayer is just a simple a matter of having a conversation. 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’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 minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy 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 for 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 that way.”