DADDY'S EMPTY CHAIR: a reflection on prayer
A man’s daughter had asked the parish priest to come and visit her father. When the priest arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair was 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 parish priest 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 priest shut the door. “I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,” said the man. “Most of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear sermons 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, I'd have some tough questions to answer...”
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 break the news that her father had died that afternoon.
“Did he die in peace?” the priest 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. Yes, I'm sure he died peacefully... apart from a strange thing I can't explain... Apparently, just before he died, Daddy leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?”
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 parish priest 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 priest shut the door. “I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,” said the man. “Most of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear sermons 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, I'd have some tough questions to answer...”
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 break the news that her father had died that afternoon.
“Did he die in peace?” the priest 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. Yes, I'm sure he died peacefully... apart from a strange thing I can't explain... Apparently, just before he died, Daddy leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?”
The priest wiped a tear from his eye and said, “I wish we could all go like that.“
We live by faith, not by sight.
We live by faith, not by sight.
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