Posted by: mikenicholsblog | December 21, 2009

love’s tapestry

Special “moments in time” are a part of everyone’s journey. You look back and wonder how, or why it happened. Those moments tend to shape our future. As we near the moment in time that changed history, I thought appropriate to share a true story I was told two years ago. Your role for this post is to read, smile, remember a moment of God’s grace to you, and then share His love with others.

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in 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.  The pastor purchased the tablecloth, and decided to head 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 the pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got the 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, EGB 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 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 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.”

Can you imagine the tears and heartache that spanned thirty-five years of lost love?! Can you imagine the unbridled joy that followed that amazing reunion?!  Having a treasured spouse of my own, I would expect a couple of things to be true.  First, that those 30+ years of separation would likely have killed the hope of ever seeing each other again.  But at the same time, the separation could not touch the deep love that they held for each other.  This story reminds me of another deep and abiding love.  One with such incalculable depth, that it brought Christ to the ultimate special moment in time.  The moment where he stepped out of heaven, humbled himself in taking on human form, lived among us, and then walked the Cross road and died for our sins?  What a gift!  And what an amazing moment in time we will have, when after our numbered years on earth, the door of heaven is opened to us, and our true self is reunited with our true love!  I am overwhelmed with even the thought of it!

Warm and sincere petitions from my lips to God’s ears, for a blessed celebration of our Savior’s birth, surrounded by those you love.

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