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This is a true story!
Everything happens for a reason . . .
A beautiful Christmas story. . . makes you understand that everything happens 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 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, homemade 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 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 her how he had just gotten the tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and her husbanc 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 and 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 continuted 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 into 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.
True Story --
Submitted by Pastor Rob Reid.
Who says God does not work in mysterious ways...I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today, to guide you and protect you as you go along your way. His love is always with you, His promises are true, and when we give Him all our cares you know He will see us through.
So when the road you're traveling on seems difficult at best...just remember I'm praying and God will do the rest.
Everything happens for a reason . . .
A beautiful Christmas story. . . makes you understand that everything happens 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 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, homemade 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 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 her how he had just gotten the tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and her husbanc 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 and 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 continuted 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 into 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.
True Story --
Submitted by Pastor Rob Reid.
Who says God does not work in mysterious ways...I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today, to guide you and protect you as you go along your way. His love is always with you, His promises are true, and when we give Him all our cares you know He will see us through.
So when the road you're traveling on seems difficult at best...just remember I'm praying and God will do the rest.
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A candle, some holly, and lights everywhere.
The season of Christmas reminds us to care.
A time to remember the ones most in need
And show them a kindness in gifts or in deed.
But the essence of Christmas should last the year through
In the words that we say and the things that we do.
The best Christmas gifts do not come in a box
Not the tangivle items like jewelry and socks.
They come from our heart when we reach out our hand
And help one another wherever we stand.
It's compassion and loving both strangers and kin,
Not about being right or compulsive to win.
It means to forgive the enraged on the roads
And respecting all creatures from dolphins to toads.
To cherish, protect what is sometimes unseen
Like commitment to leaving the earth fresh and clean.
It's walking the talk when we do what we say
And making a difference each in our own way.
The angel that's resting on top of the tree
Is sending her cheer and a message to be
The peace that we wish for; I'll make it my way;
The best Christmas gift I can give you today.
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
A candle, some holly, and lights everywhere.
The season of Christmas reminds us to care.
A time to remember the ones most in need
And show them a kindness in gifts or in deed.
But the essence of Christmas should last the year through
In the words that we say and the things that we do.
The best Christmas gifts do not come in a box
Not the tangivle items like jewelry and socks.
They come from our heart when we reach out our hand
And help one another wherever we stand.
It's compassion and loving both strangers and kin,
Not about being right or compulsive to win.
It means to forgive the enraged on the roads
And respecting all creatures from dolphins to toads.
To cherish, protect what is sometimes unseen
Like commitment to leaving the earth fresh and clean.
It's walking the talk when we do what we say
And making a difference each in our own way.
The angel that's resting on top of the tree
Is sending her cheer and a message to be
The peace that we wish for; I'll make it my way;
The best Christmas gift I can give you today.
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