I found this....

This is one of the sweetest things i've ever read...something to make you smile on a sunday morning:-

The Tablecloth
>
> 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 up 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 Islandand 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 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.
>
>
> True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid
>

Nice find, Irishcream! That realy goes to show that things usualy happen for a reason. I love stories like that! It reminds me of a story my Dad told me. It's not quite as profound, but I still think its warming. He was at a Sunday morning service at an out-of-town church. The collection plate was going around, and when it came to him, he put in $10. As he started to pass the plate to the next person, though, he suprised himself by suddenly reaching in and taking the $10 back. That got him some sideways looks! He wasn't sure why he did such a thing until the end of the service. Everyone was shaking hands and hugging, meeting their neighbors and all that, but my Dad walked straight aaccross the church and handed the $10 to this man he had never seen before. He said, "I don't know why, but I think this is supposed to be for you." The man cried. He had put $10 into the collection plate himself, then realized that that was his last $10, he was out of gas, and had no idea how how was going to get his family home. I only hope I have the presence of mind (or maybe absence?) to act so selflessly when it is asked of me.

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Originally posted by O'Nieronaut
Nice find, Irishcream! That realy goes to show that things usualy happen for a reason. I love stories like that! It reminds me of a story my Dad told me. It's not quite as profound, but I still think its warming. He was at a Sunday morning service at an out-of-town church. The collection plate was going around, and when it came to him, he put in $10. As he started to pass the plate to the next person, though, he suprised himself by suddenly reaching in and taking the $10 back. That got him some sideways looks! He wasn't sure why he did such a thing until the end of the service. Everyone was shaking hands and hugging, meeting their neighbors and all that, but my Dad walked straight aaccross the church and handed the $10 to this man he had never seen before. He said, \"I don't know why, but I think this is supposed to be for you.\" The man cried. He had put $10 into the collection plate himself, then realized that that was his last $10, he was out of gas, and had no idea how how was going to get his family home. I only hope I have the presence of mind (or maybe absence?) to act so selflessly when it is asked of me.

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That's really sweet...just goes to show that there are still some good, selfless people left in the world..

That's pretty awesome... I thought he was gonna like take down the tablecloth and the wall was gonna be fixed but it was heartwarming nevertheless.

Also nice story oneironaut

I loved both stories. It truly is amazing how things happen in life. It gives me hope! It also brings up many questions but that will just start a debate.

I love to hear these stories and I would like to hear more if others have them. :lol:

Yea, I liked that one when I read it too. It was going around the office for awhile..god the office, BLEH. But I remember reading it, it's so cute.