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The tablecloth
THE TABLE CLOTH: Authour Unknown
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 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.
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