The brand new pastor
and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church
in urban 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 Dec19 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,
hand-made, ivory colored,crochet table cloth 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 here 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 concentration camp. He
never saw his wife or his home again for 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