The following true story testifies that God is still in the miracle business. He shows His love and light in so many ways.
A brand-new pastor and his wife were assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn. They arrived in early October excited about their new challenge. When they saw the 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 was 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’ x 8’ foot to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit. The hole began about head high and proceeded up to the ceiling.
The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do he thought about postponing the Christmas Eve service. On the way home he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity, so he stopped in. One of the items on-sale 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. As he pulled up to the church the pastor noticed an older woman running trying to catch a 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. It covered up the entire problem area.
Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a white 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 older lady. She had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria.
The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just purchased 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 or their home again.
The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth, but she asked the pastor to 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 doing 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 older man asked the pastor 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. How could there be two tablecloths so much alike?
The old man told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety, and how he was supposed to follow her, but instead had been 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.
I encourage you not to focus on the mess we are in as a nation, but to expect a miracle from God. He is still in the business of healing. encouraging, loving, forgiving,
equipping, providing, and inspiring those He loves.
What miracle are you expecting? How can we pray for you?