Leaning on Jesus
The eternal God is thy Refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.
As a young missionary in training, I was startled when a weary fellow student prayed, “Lord, I want to come and crawl up on Your lap this evening and just rest in Your arms.” I’d never heard anyone pray to God with such familiarity, but the thought and image of resting in the arms of Jesus was so precious that I’ve prayed that prayer many times myself since that night. Recently I read a story that brought that image to mind and I want to share it with you today.
A man's daughter 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 the man 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 about four years ago when 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 sitting on the chair. It's not spooky because Jesus promised; I will be with you always. Just speak to Him in the same way you're doing with me right now.’
"So, I tried it,” the old man said, “and I 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?" the minister asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “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 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 simply wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."*
Fanny Crosby, the great song writer of the nineteenth century, also knew the sweetness of leaning on Jesus. In one of her beautiful hymns she wrote: “Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There by His love o’er shaded, Sweetly me soul shall rest.”
Beloved Jesus, thank You that Your loving arms are always open to scoop me up and hold me close when I run to You. Close to You is where I long to be.
By Ann Shorb
©Copyright Ann Shorb, 2006
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