Who do you know with a stubborn peace? Their problems aren’t any different, but there’s a serenity that softens the corners of their lips.
A priest visited just such a man in the hospital. The man was nearing death. The priest noticed an empty chair beside the bed and wondered if someone else had been there. The old man smiled, “I place Jesus on that chair, and I talk to him.” The priest was puzzled so the man explained. “Years ago a friend told me prayer is as simple as talking to a good friend. So every day I pull up a chair and Jesus and I have a good talk.”
When his daughter informed the priest her father had died, she explained, “When I got to his room, I found him dead. Strangely, his head was resting, not on the pillow, but on an empty chair beside his bed.” The picture of stubborn peace!
