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| The reality of Prayer |
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Tuesday, 25 March 2003 @ 04:13 am SGT
Contributed by: Gatekeeper
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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.
"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, the
minister 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, "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 on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, "I'll 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."
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 two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved 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 his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."
We live by faith, not by sight. 2 Corinthians 5:7
By Bro.Shem Athavan
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'... for My house will be called a house of prayer for all NATIONS.' (Isaiah 56:7)
