Mandy Marie asked her pastor, James Lettinger, to come and pray with her father Bob.
When the minister arrived, he found Bob 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 Bob,” he said.
“No. I was not expecting you,” said Bob. “Who are you?”.
“I’m the new minister at your church,” he 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, Pastor James shut the door.
“I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,” said the man. “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 about four years ago my best friend said to me, ‘Bob, 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’ll be with you always.’ Then just speak to him and listen 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.”
James was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with Bob, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the pastor 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?”
Pastor James wiped a tear from his eye and said, “I wish we all could go like that.”
We live by faith, not by sight.