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. He 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.
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