Mother’s Empty Chair

Author unknown

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 p ray. 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 woman
continued, ‘until one day four years ago; my best friend said to me, ‘Betty,
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
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.’ The
minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the 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 tel l the minister
that her mother 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 Mother 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.’

I received this in an email from my friend Erin, and felt you all would enjoy it as well.


8 thoughts on “MOTHER’S EMPTY CHAIR

  1. This is a very touching story Jan. I thought your post on the toilet planter was pretty funny, and I do agree with you. I wanted to say that it is truly good that you live in Colorado. I remember living there. It seems like we had 300 days of sunshine. I enjoyed that greatly. I’m sorry you suffer from S.A.D. Hugs, Kathi

  2. That was poignant… … sniffing here… yes, wish we could all go like that, Resting in the Everlasting Arms of Jesus…..

The righteous person faces many troubles, but the Lord comes to the rescue each time. - Psalm 34:19

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