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To: William Brotherson who wrote (228)	1/11/2000 9:21:00 AM
From: William Brotherson	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2590

Good Morning Everyone, <<<<<<<<TISSUE ALERT>>>>>>>>>> Todays Story: GOD'S CHAIR A man's daughter had asked the local pastor to come visit her father. When the pastor arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The pastor assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me," he said. "No, who are you?" "I'm the new associate at your local church," the pastor 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 pastor shut the door. "I've 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 always 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's what I suggest: Sit down on 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 and listen 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 to off to the funny farm." The pastor was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, and returned to the church. Two nights later the daughter called to tell the pastor that her daddy had died that afternoon. "Did he seem to die in peace?" he asked. "Yes, when I left the house around two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me one of his corny jokes, 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, in fact, beyond strange-really weird. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed." Author Unknown Have a great day all !!!! wb

To: William Brotherson who wrote (228)	1/11/2000 5:32:00 PM
From: Midnightsun	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2590

Afternoon Bill, I don't know if this has been aired on your thread before but I just recieved it and thought it might be appropriate for relating some thoughts of Erma Bombeck. IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER >> Note:Erma Bombeck needed an organ transplant, and even though >> she could have been moved to the head of the waiting list, due to >> her prominence and wealth (like Mickey Mantle), she refused to do >> such, and subsequently, died from organ failure. >> >> IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck >> >> I would have talked less and listened more. >> >> I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the >> carpet was stained, or the sofa faded. >> >> I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and >> worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light >>a fire in the fireplace. >> >> I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather >> ramble about his youth. >> >> I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a >> summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. >> >> I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose >>before it melted in storage. >> >> I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried >> about grass stains. >> >> I would have cried and laughed less while watching television-and >> more while watching life. >> >> I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my >> husband. >> >> I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the >> earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. >> >> I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, >> wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. >> >> Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every >>moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only >>chance in life to assist God in a miracle. >> >> When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, >> "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." >> >> There would have been more "I love you's".. more "I'm sorry's"... >> but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look >>at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back. >> >> Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like >> you, who has more, or who's doing what. >> >> Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who >> DO love us. Let's think about what God HAS blessed us > with. >> >> And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, >> physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually. Life is too short to >>let it pass you by. >> >> We only have one shot at this and then it's gone. >>