Our Pastor told this story recently in a sermon.
An old man was dying and the family called the minister in to talk with him about his spiritual condition. The minister visited the old gentleman in his bedroom and noticed a very ornate chair sitting over to one side. But it looked as if no one ever sat there. The minister asked about the chair.
The old gentleman said, "I'm a very visual person. I don't have much education. So when I talk to the Master, I imagine Him sitting there in the chair."
The minister left and on his way out told the family they need not worry about the old man's spiritual condition. A few days later the minister received a call that the old man had passed.
"How did you find him?" asked the minister.
"It was the strangest thing. He had gotten out of his bed and was on the floor. But his head was in the chair..."
I had mentioned to y'all that my Mama wasn't doing well just before Isidore hit the Gulf Coast. My sisters put her in the hospital because she had developed pnuemonia. The doctor said that she probably could go back home, but we, and her caregiver, Mary, realized that it would be too much for her to handle. We knew it was time to make other arrangements.
God is so GOOD! My oldest brother e-mailed me today that they were able to put my Mama in a nursing home just South of my hometown; near her siblings and this brother. He mentioned that Mary told him that on the day they were getting ready to go to the hospital, Mama told her that she had just talked to God . When Mary asked what he said, Mama told her "I said "Hi God", and He said "Hi Rita Brown"
Makes me wonder how soon she'll be seeing Him face to face. Sounds like she's ready.