Mom’s Empty Chair

Here’s a wonderful and touching story that I’d like to share with all of you. Please read on…

A woman’s daughter had asked the local minister

to come and pray with her mother.

When the minister arrived,

he found the woman lying in bed with her head

propped up on two pillows.

An empty chair sat beside her bed.

The minister assumed that the woman

had been informed of his visit…

‘I guess you were expecting me, he said.

‘No, 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..’

‘Oh yeah, the chair,’ said the bedridden woman

‘Would you mind closing the door?’

Puzzled, the minister shut the door.

‘I have never told anyone this,

not even my daughter,’ said the woman.

‘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 woman continued, ‘

until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me,

‘ 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 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 saw me talking

to an empty chair, she’d either have a nervous breakdown

or send me off to the funny farm.’

Mom’s Empty Chair

The minister was deeply moved by the story and

encouraged the old woman to continue on the journey.

Then he prayed with her, anointed her with oil,

and returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called

to tell the minister that her mama

had died that afternoon.

Did she die in peace?’ he asked.

Yes, when I left the house about two o’clock,

she called me over to her bedside,

told me she loved me and kissed me on the cheek.

When I got back from the store an hour later,

I found her .

But there was something strange about her death.

Apparently, just before Mom died,

she leaned over and rested her 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.’