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For he died with God

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 saw the empty chair and 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 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 infront 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 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 in that afternoon.
"Did he die in peace?" the minister asked
"Yes, when i left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me how much 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. How would you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eyes, and said, "I wish we could all go like that."

The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you!