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A Precious Tablecloth

Instead of my usual blog, I wanted to share this poem with you. A friend shared it with me a few years ago. The text says it was written by a Pastor Bob Reid, but we have no idea if that is correct or where the story came from; if you do, please tell me so I can give credit to the author. But enjoy the 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 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 she 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 in all the 35 years 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 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 we know He will see us through.

So, when the road you’re traveling 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 remember
to send it back to the one who asked God to bless
you first.

When there is nothing left but God, that is when
you 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 this to you or for those you love.

Father, God, bless all my friends and family in whatever it is that You know they may be needing this
day! May their lives be full of Your peace,
prosperity and power as they seek to have a 

closer relationship with You. Amen.


Wishing all of you a holiday filled with peace and joy, love and many blessings.


9 Responses to A Precious Tablecloth

  1. Shelley DeRitis December 22, 2020 at 2:52 pm #

    Brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for this lovely story and its message of hope.
    We recently lost our daughter Leslie to the horrors of addiction. She was doing so well for almost 9 months and had a crazy thought that she could try it one more time. Well that was the time God took her back. I miss her so and am always looking for signs and Godincidences. This story reminded me of those things. May God bless you. Merry Christmas.

    • H. Theresa Wright December 23, 2020 at 6:06 pm #

      I am so sorry for your loss of Leslie. Sending a comforting hug
      Merry Christmas to you as well; may you find peace and joy in the new year.

  2. Karen E December 22, 2020 at 11:19 pm #

    May God bless you and your family, Theresa. The poem you sent is exactly what I needed today. I thank God that you are a strong woman of faith.

    • H. Theresa Wright January 1, 2021 at 6:37 pm #

      I am so grateful to have you in my life. Happy New Year
      and blessings to you and those you love.

  3. Karen E December 22, 2020 at 11:21 pm #

    May God bless you and your family, Theresa. The poem you sent is exactly what I needed today. I thank God that you are a strong woman of faith.

    Happy Holidays, Theresa!

    • H. Theresa Wright December 23, 2020 at 6:02 pm #

      Thank you. I am honored by your trust in me. Blessings to you and your family.

  4. Rebecca H December 29, 2020 at 3:18 am #

    Thank you for sharing this beautiful story! It truly encapsulates the spirit of Christmas- love, hope, faith, charity, perserverance in the darkest time of the year and the promise of God’s miracles.

    • H. Theresa Wright January 1, 2021 at 6:39 pm #

      Youre welcome. So glad you liked it! Have a blessed new year.

    • H. Theresa Wright January 15, 2021 at 1:26 am #

      thank you, Rebecca!

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