A VERY VERY BEAUTIFUL STORY

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.
 H 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.