The girl went to church and asked the priest to come to their house and pray for the health of her bedridden father. When the priest entered the room, he saw a chair next to the man’s bed and thought that the old man knew about his arrival.
– Were you waiting for me? The priest asked.
– No, but who are you? – the patient replied.
– I’m a priest. Your daughter invited me to pray for your health. When I saw an empty chair, I thought that you knew about my visit and left it for me.
– How did this happen?
– It was in the afternoon, at 2 o’clock. My father called me, kissed me, said he loved me very much. Then I went to the store, and when I came back, I found that he was no longer breathing. However, one thing seemed strange to me: in the last few minutes, in all likelihood, he gathered all his strength, got up from the pillow, went to the chair next to his bed, and laid his head on it. I saw him in the same position.
What do you think this could mean?
“May God give us all such a death,” the priest replied, wiping away tears.
The chair was not empty.
