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The Tablecloth
Posted : 4 Sep, 2007 07:08 PM

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 December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished.



On December 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

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Posted : 7 Sep, 2007 09:23 AM

wow..thats incredible!

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Posted : 7 Sep, 2007 04:47 PM

That is one of the best stories, I have heard in a very long time. It is just like the Lord to work out things like that! Of course our Lord is wonderful and we don't always understand his ways, but they always always work out for the best. What a wonderful time for a reunion too, on Christmas eve!!!



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Posted : 11 Sep, 2007 03:48 PM

People aren't the only ones that have love stories, and sometimes the best stories don't end in happy ever after.



Consider the Loon's story....



From his tree-topped nest, the male loon viewed the lake below with keen interest. His mate of five seasons had been missing from the nest for three nights, and his voice had become croaked and strained-sounding from calling across the lake for her. With his mate absent, his nest seemed to be growing larger by the moment. Alone, very sad, he had spent the day flying in large, graceful circles singing their unique song in his mournful call, but to no avail. Now alone in the nest, his misery manifested itself with molting and long periods of unnecessary grooming. Finally � and uncharacteristically, since it was daytime � he fell asleep with his head tucked into his wing.

Dreams of flying together with his graceful Amanda � his mate for life � filled his thoughts. Memories of her delicate ways and gentle manners soothed his spirit as he recalled their life together raising broods and migrating over beautiful country. Now with the loss, he pursued solace in his sleep.

With the sunset came the lake breeze and coolness. He awoke with the shift in weather and waddled across the nest to be closer to the lakeside and out of the wind. As he moved, he became aware of a faint call from across the lake. At first he ignored it as just another loon call. But it repeated. This time he was sure that the long, descending end-note gently rose. Our call, he breathed. He screamed out a reply and readied himself to fly. Cocking his head, he listened intently for a response to his cry. The still lake reflected the quiet. He waited several minutes, then called again with slightly less gusto. It was a long, plaintive cry that rang through the surrounding trees and across the water. Then an intense quiet filled the woods, as though all of nature were listening alongside him for his mate�s response. But it was quiet. Loudly quiet. He turned away from the lake and buried his head in his wing and prepared to return to his healing sleep. As he began to nod off, old visions of their mating dances and nuzzling filled his head and he misted off into a warm reverie.

It had been like this for days now � all he could think of was his lost Amanda. For days he had circled the lake calling and looking. He scanned the shoreline and patiently followed each brook back to its source. Sleep finally came, but she never did.







Gene, the gentle Viking.

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Posted : 11 Sep, 2007 07:48 PM

That was a sad story, and I can see a parallel to real life, as we grow older. Tells me something more about you, too!

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Posted : 8 Jul, 2008 07:42 PM

How sweet! Awesome! God is never late!...J.

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Posted : 7 Jun, 2009 04:21 AM

Absolutely lovely and beyond encouraging story Hyer...see ya in the over 40 room and God bless-Elise

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