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miracles do happen!!!!!!!

> THE MIRACLE OF THE TABLECLOTH.

> 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. 18th were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On

> Dec.19th 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,

> handmade, 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 as white as 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 crochet 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 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.

> A True Story -- Submitted by Pastor Rob Reid

> Everything happens for a reason....

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