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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, EBG 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 one that 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 not 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.
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