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From:darlene.forsyth@enron.com
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Subject:The empty chair
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Date:Tue, 16 Jan 2001 02:40:00 -0800 (PST)

THE EMPTY CHAIR

?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.
?
?The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I see 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, 'Johnny, 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 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?"
?
?The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go
like that."
?
?Just ?send this to four people and do not break this, please. Prayer is
one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of
rewards.
?
?"I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it"