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 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 OUR SOON COMING KING. Maranatha!
