ONE NEVER KNOWS
If any among you are tempted to feel
sad or depressed during this Christmas season due to a lack of adequate
resources or due to the absence or loss of a loved one, you must read and share
the following story written by an unknown author. It will surely inspire and
bless you.
A pastor and his wife were given
their first assignment, to reopen a church in Brooklyn, New York. They
arrived in early October, thrilled beyond measure to be entering an exciting
ministry opportunity. However, as they entered the church, their
enthusiasm faded as they found the building to be run down and in dire need of
restoration and repairs. But right then and there, they set a goal to
have all the necessary work done in time to have their first worship service on
Christmas Eve.
They worked diligently, repairing
pews, plastering walls, painting, etc., and on December 18th they were well
ahead of schedule, just about finished. Nevertheless, on December 19th a
stormy tempest hit the area and lasted for two full days.
On the 21st of December, the pastor
went over to inspect the edifice. His heart sunk immediately when he saw
that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster to fall off the front
wall of the sanctuary, just behind the pulpit. The pastor swept up the
mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do, he headed homeward,
planning to postpone their first service. On the way home he
noticed a local business sponsoring a flea market for charity, so he decided to
stop by.
One of the items on sale was a beautiful,
hand-made, ivory colored, crochet table cloth. It was truly an exquisite work
of art, with striking colors and an ornate cross embroidered at the center.
The new pastor thought, ‘It is just the right size to cover up the hole
in the front wall of the sanctuary!’ So he bought it and quickly headed
back to church.
By this time it had started to snow.
An older woman hurried from the opposite direction, trying to catch a
passing bus, but she missed it. The pastor invited her to wait inside the
warm sanctuary for the next bus, which was due to arrive 45 minutes later.
The grateful woman sat in a pew and paid little attention to the pastor
while he gathered a ladder and wall hangers to mount the gorgeous tablecloth as
a church tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it
looked and how perfectly it covered the entire problem area. Just then,
he noticed the woman walking slowly down the center aisle, wearing a shocked
facial expression.
“Pastor,” she inquired,
“Where…where…did you get that tablecloth?”
The pastor related the story of his
recent purchase. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to
see if the initials “EBG” were present there, and they were. These were
actually the initials of that woman, who had made the tablecloth 35 years
previously while living in Austria.
The woman explained that before the
war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis
arrived, her husband sent her to safety, and planned to follow the next week.
Unfortunately, she was captured, detained in a camp, and never saw her
husband or her home again.
The pastor offered to give her the
tablecloth, but she insisted that he keep it for the church. He said
“Then I will drive you home; that is the least I can do.” The woman lived
on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day doing a
housecleaning job.
Christmas Eve arrived, and what a
wonderful service they had! The church was practically full, and the Holy
Spirit moved upon the hearts of all who attended. At the close of the
service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many people
promised to return often.
One older man, whom the pastor
recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews with a blank
stare on his face, and the pastor wondered why he did not leave with all the
rest. The man asked, “Where did you get the tablecloth on the front wall?
It is identical to one my wife made years ago when we lived in Austria before
the war. Could there be two tablecloths so much alike?”
He told the pastor how the Nazis
came, how he forced his wife to flee for safety with plans to follow her, but
then he was arrested and placed in a concentration camp. He never saw his
wife or his home again for all the 35 years in between.
The pastor smiled inwardly and asked
the gentleman if he would accompany him on a ride. They drove to Staten
Island, to the same building where the pastor had taken the woman three days
earlier. He helped the elderly man climb three flights of stairs to the
woman’s apartment, knocked on the door and saw the greatest Christmas reunion
one could ever imagine!
What a miraculous story of the
matchless grace and marvelous love of our God! None of this heartwarming story would have been possible without the
terrible storm and the resultant hole in the church sanctuary! So often,
our apparent 'storms' are divine appointments that ultimately bless us and
others.
In truth, ONE NEVER KNOWS what GOD
has in store. So…please…do not surrender to doubt or despair. It is
my prayer that your Christmas will be endowed with the fullness of peace and
joy that is the life and legacy of OUR SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST, THE LORD.
Sisters and brothers,
be continually blessed and please (above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO
MEET YOUR SOON COMING KING. Maranatha!
