Mom’s Empty Chair
From Dan Harless, Author Unknown
September 2, 2011
woman’s daughter had asked the local
minister to come and pray with her mother. When the minister arrived,
the woman lying in bed with her head propped up on two pillows.
empty chair sat beside her bed. The
minister assumed that the woman had been informed of his visit... ‘I
were expecting me, he said.
who are you?’ said the mother.
The minister told her his name and then remarked, ‘I saw the empty
chair and I
figured you knew I was going to show up..’
yeah, the chair,’ said the
bedridden woman - - ‘Would you mind closing the door?’
the minister shut the door.
have never told anyone this, not
even my daughter,’ said the woman.
all of my life I have never known
how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but
right over my head...’
abandoned any attempt at prayer,’
the old woman continued, ‘until one day four years ago, my best friend
me, ‘Prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with
is what I suggest.. ‘Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front
and in faith see Jesus on the chair.
not spooky because he promised,
‘I will be with you always’.. ‘Then just speak to him in the same way
doing with me right now...’
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
daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she’d either have a nervous
breakdown or send me off to the funny farm.’
minister was deeply moved by the
story and encouraged the old woman to continue on the journey. Then he
with her, anointed her with oil, and returned to the church.
nights later the daughter called
to tell the minister that her mama had died that afternoon.
she die in peace?’ he asked.
when I left the house about two
o’clock, she called me over to her bedside, told me she loved me and
on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found her
there was something strange about
her death. Apparently, just before Mom died, she leaned over and rested
head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?’
minister wiped a tear from his eye
wish we could all go like that.’