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Date: Wednesday, August 02, 2000
7:29 AM
Subject: THE TABLECLOTH
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 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
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