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[IPr] Sharing a story



Hi Everyone! Its does seem to me the digest has severely dropped off lately,
but I'm hangin' in there, hoping it picks up again. Received this tale from
my sister-in-law in Hawaii and wanted to pass it on! Hope you enjoy it as
much as I did.
    Sincerely,
    Rosemary
> 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
sunk
> > > > > >   when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of
> > > > > plaster
> > > > > >   about 6 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 or 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.
> > > > > >   HAVE A BLESSED DAY
> > > > > >
> > > > > >   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.
> > > > > >
> > > > > >   Pass this on to those you want God to bless, and don't forget
> > > > > >  to send it back to the one who asked God to bless you first.
> > > > > >
> > > > > >   Have a blessed day!!!
> > > > > >


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