THE 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 and an empty chair 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?" "I'm the new associate at your
parish," the priest 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 priest 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 the Sunday Mass 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 to
me, 'Joe, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation
with Jesus. Here's 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'll be with you always.'
Then just speak to him and listen in the same way you're doing
with me right now." "So, Father, 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 priest 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 rectory. Two
nights later the daughter called to tell the priest 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, Father. In fact, beyond strange--kinda weird.
Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his
head on a chair beside the bed."
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