shalinda
06-13-2007, 04:44 PM
>
>
>
>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.
>
>
>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.