The Tablecloth
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to
their first ministry to reopen a church in suburban
Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their
opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very
run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have
everything done in time to have their first service on
Christmas Eve.
They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls,
painting, etc. and on Dec 18 were ahead of schedule
and just about finished. On Dec 19 a terrible tempest
- a driving rainstorm - hit the area and lasted for
two days. On the 21st, the pastor went over to the
church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had
leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet
by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary
just behind the pulpit beginning about head high.
The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor and, not
knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve
service, headed home.
On the way he noticed that a
local business was having a flea market type sale for
charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a
beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted
tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a
Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the
right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He
bought it and headed back to the church.
By this time it had started to snow.
An older woman
running from the opposite direction was trying to
catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her
to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45
minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention
to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to
put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor
could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it
covered up the entire problem area. Then he noticed
the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was
like a sheet. "Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that
tablecloth?" The pastor explained.
The woman asked him to check the lower right
corner to see if the initials EBEBG were crocheted
into it there. They were.
These were the initials of the woman, and she
had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria.
The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told
how he had just gotten the tablecloth.
The woman explained that before the war she and her
husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the
Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was
going to follow her the next week. She was captured,
sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again.
The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth;
but she made the Pastor keep it for the church. The
pastor insisted on driving her home, that was the
least he could do. She lived on the other side of
Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for
a housecleaning job. What a wonderful service they had on
Christmas Eve.
The church was almost full. The music and the spirit
were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and
his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said
that they would return.
One older man, whom the pastor
recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in
one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered
why he wasn't leaving. The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to onethat his
wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria
before the war and how could there be two tablecloths
so much alike? He told the pastor how the Nazis came,
how he forced his wife to flee for her safety, and he
was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and
put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home
again all the 35 years in between.
The pastor asked
him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride.
They drove to Staten Island and to the same house
where the pastor had taken the woman three days
earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of
stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door
and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.
True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid - Who says
God does work in mysterious ways? I asked the Lord to
bless you as I prayed for you today. To guide you and
protect you as you go along your way....His love is
Always with you, His promises are true. And when we
give Him all our cares you know He will see us
through. So when the road you're traveling on seems difficult
at best, Just remember I'm here praying, and God will
do the rest.
FROM A GUY IN VEGAS "ME"
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