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. "I'm the new minister at your church. 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, he shut the door. "I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all 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, until one day about 4 years ago my best friend said to me, 'Joe, 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 in that chair. It's not spooky because He promised, "I'll be with you always." Then just speak to Him and listen the same way you're doing with me right now.' So I tried it and 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 would either have a nervous breakdown, or send me to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy to continue on in his practice. Then he prayed with him, 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 at 200, he called me over to the bedside, and 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 ALL COULD GO LIKE THAT."