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Message: <blockquote data-quote="shalinda" data-source="post: 586742" data-attributes="member: 17446">> > > >Beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen 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, >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. He 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. > >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 here praying and God will do the rest. Pass this on to those >you want God to bless and don't forget to send it back to the one who asked >God to bless you first. > >When there is nothing left but God, that is whenyou find out that God is >all you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply >say the following small prayer for the person who sent you this. > >Father, God, bless all my friends and family in what ever it is that You >know they may be needing this day! May their life be full of your peace, >prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with >you. Amen. > > >Then send it on to five other people, including the one who sent it to you. >Within hours five people have prayed for you and you caused a multitude of >people to pray for other people. Then sit back and watch the power of God >work in your life. > >P. S. Five is good, but more is better.</blockquote>

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