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Subject: The Crocheted Tablecloth
Date Posted: 11/20/2008 11:21 AM ET
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This is just a nice story I thought I'd share.  :)

 

 

The crocheted tablecloth

 

 
 

beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen for a reason 

 

T he 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.
 

 


 


T hey worked hard, repai ring pews, plastering walls,
painting, etc, and on December 18
were ahead of schedule and just about finished. 


O n December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving 
rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. 


O n 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.


T  he 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 h e 
stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful,
 
handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth
 
with exquisite work, fine colors20and 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.
 

 



B
 y 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 s at 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. 


hen 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 table cloth 35 years before, in Austria 


T
 he 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 p eople 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. 


T
 he 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.


hat 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.
 

T
he man asked him where he got the tablecloth on 
the front wall because it was identical to one& nbsp;
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. 



H
 e 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. 



T
 he 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.
 

e 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.
 



T
rue 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.

 



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Date Posted: 11/20/2008 11:24 AM ET
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Sorry, I can't get the formatting right!  ACK!  Well, it's still a great story if you want to wade through it.  :P

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Date Posted: 11/21/2008 2:13 PM ET
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Our Pastor read this at my Granma's funeral.  It was very fitting, she crocheted !  If making it more fitting, was that the Pastor did not know my Granma crocheted.  My Granpa was in WWII and he had sent make a lace curtain to my Granma...more fitting.   My Granma passed away a couple weeks before Christmas.  Tucked away in her things were crocheted doilies she was making for each of us !

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Date Posted: 11/24/2008 6:30 PM ET
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 Patrica ,

   Thanks for the wonderful true story . I love crocheting myself , as I do that more in the winter time .

                                    Dolores H.