DADDY'S EMPTY CHAIR
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>             A man's daughter had asked the local minister
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>             to come and pray with her father..
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>             When the minister arrived,
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>             he found the man lying in bed with his head
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>             propped up on two pillows.
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>             An empty chair sat beside his bed.
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>             The minister assumed that the old fellow
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>             had been informed of his visit.
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>             'I guess you were expecting me', he said.
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>             'No, who are you?' said the father.
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>             The minister told him his name and then remarked,
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>             'I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew
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>             I was going to show up.'
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>             'Oh yeah, the chair,' said the bedridden man.
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>             'Would you mind closing the door?'
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>             Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
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>             'I have never told anyone this,
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>             not even my daughter,' said the man.
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>             'But all of my life I have never
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>             known how to pray.
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>             At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer,
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>             but it went right over my head.'
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>             I abandoned any attempt at prayer,'
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>             the old man continued, '
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>             until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me,
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>             'Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter
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>             of having a conversation with Jesus.'
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>             Here is what I suggest:
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>             'Sit down in a chair;
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>             place an empty chair in front of you,
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>             and in faith see Jesus on the chair.
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>             It's not spooky because he promised,
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>             'I will be with you always'.
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>             'Then just speak to him in the same way
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>             you're doing with me right now.'
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>             'So, I tried it and I've liked it so much
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>             that I do it a couple of hours every day.
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>             I'm careful though.
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>             If my daughter saw me talking
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>             to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown
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>             or send me off to the funny farm.'
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>             The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the
>old man to continue on the journey.
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>             Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
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>             and returned to the church.
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>             Two nights later the daughter called
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>             to tell the minister that her daddy
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>             had died that afternoon.
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>             Did he die in peace?' he asked.
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>             Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock,
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>             he called me over to his bedside,
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>             told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.
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>             When I got back from the store an hour later,
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>             I found him
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>             But there was something strange about his death.
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>             Apparently, just before Daddy died,
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>             he leaned over and rested his head on the chair
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>             beside the bed. What do you make of that?'
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>             The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
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>             'I wish we could all go like that.'
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>             Just send this to four people or more,
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>             and do not break this, please.
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>             Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
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>             I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.*
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>             I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.*
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>             I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU...
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>             If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
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>             Happy moments, praise God.
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>             Difficult moments, seek God.
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>             Quiet moments, worship God
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>             Painful moments, trust God.
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>             Every moment, thank God.