Ray S S
Silver Member
Greetings everyone, here is an e-mail I received and I understant that it has been around a while but I'm sure
there are some here that; like me have never read it. It tells a beautiful story.I'll copy it word for word in
case anyone wants to copy it.
Enjoy Ray
It goes as follows...
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 run down and needed
much work. They set a goal 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 Dev. 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 large ,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 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 45 minutes.
She sat in the pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got the ladder, hangers, etc.,to put the tablecloth
up as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked ans it covered up the entire problem
area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face like a sheet. "Pastos," 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 oof 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 she 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. Then 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 house cleaning 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 conttinued to 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 the 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 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 saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.
True story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid who says God does 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 always true,
And when we give Him all our cares we know He will see us through.
So when the road you're traveling 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 remember to send it back to the one who
asked God to bless you first. When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find
out that 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 this to you.
Father God, bless all my friends and family in what ever it is that you know they may be
needing this day! Mat their lives be full of Your peace, prosperity and power as they seek
to have a closer relationship with you.
Amen.
Then send it on to five people, including the one who sentit to you. Within hours five people
have prayed for you and you caused a multitude of people to pray for other people. Sit back
and watch the power of God work in your life.
P. S. Five is good, but more is better.
there are some here that; like me have never read it. It tells a beautiful story.I'll copy it word for word in
case anyone wants to copy it.
Enjoy Ray
It goes as follows...
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 run down and needed
much work. They set a goal 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 Dev. 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 large ,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 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 45 minutes.
She sat in the pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got the ladder, hangers, etc.,to put the tablecloth
up as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked ans it covered up the entire problem
area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face like a sheet. "Pastos," 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 oof 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 she 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. Then 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 house cleaning 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 conttinued to 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 the 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 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 saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.
True story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid who says God does 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 always true,
And when we give Him all our cares we know He will see us through.
So when the road you're traveling 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 remember to send it back to the one who
asked God to bless you first. When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find
out that 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 this to you.
Father God, bless all my friends and family in what ever it is that you know they may be
needing this day! Mat their lives be full of Your peace, prosperity and power as they seek
to have a closer relationship with you.
Amen.
Then send it on to five people, including the one who sentit to you. Within hours five people
have prayed for you and you caused a multitude of people to pray for other people. Sit back
and watch the power of God work in your life.
P. S. Five is good, but more is better.
