The Tablecloth

The Tablecloth

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THE TABLECLOTH
A beautiful story which makes you understand that things happen for a reason

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 rundown 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 December 21 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 except to 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 stepped 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 the hole on 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,” the woman asked intently, “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 previously, 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. He was captured, sent to prison and she 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 the pastor where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years earlier when they lived in Austria before the war. The old man wondered how there could 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 was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again in all the 35 years since then.

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 old man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman’s apartment, and knocked on the door. The pastor saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine!

True story – submitted by Pastor Rob Reid who says God does work in mysterious ways.

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