The “One Empty Chair” Story and Me

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I saw this on my FB’s See Your Memories. And yes, flashbacks suddenly came rushing in.

ONE EMPTY CHAIR, August 19, 2011 at 8:26 PM

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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 father.

The minister told him his name and then remarked,

“I saw the empty chair,… 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,”

“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 sees me talking to an empty chair, she’d either have a nervous breakdown or think I’m crazy.”

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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 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.”

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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 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.

“Sorrow looks back… Worry looks around… Faith looks up…”

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And now, I understand more why some memories are meant to come at a certain time. A special time.

I am reminded of that one empty chair where I could rest my cares and be comforted… especially at this time when I need it the most.

About Mommyjoyce

Isang simpleng nanay na adik magbasa, adik magsulat at adik sa anak! Idol ko si Mother Theresa, kaboses ako dati ni Ate Shawie Cuneta (joke); maawain sa mga madudungis, siga sa mga taong nang-aapi, at lifecoach sa mga kabataan at mga magulang na walang ibang makausap, Ang simpleng motto ko in life: Cherish everyday (not just because it could be my last); kundi kasi, bukas iba na naman ang flavor ng buhay! Kaya namnaming maigi!