The brand new Rabbi and his wife were newly assigned to their first > congregation to reopen a Shul in suburban Brooklyn. They arrived in > early February excited about their opportunities. When they saw > their Shul, 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 > Erev Puirm. They worked hard, repairing aged pews, plastering walls, > painting, etc, and on 8th of the Adar (February 17th) they were > ahead of schedule and just about finished. On February 19 a terrible > snowstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the > Rabbi went over to the Shul. 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 Rabbi cleaned up the mess on > the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Erev > Purim service, headed home.
> > 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 was > a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with > exquisite work, fine colors and a Mogen David 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 Shul. 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 Rabbi > invited her to wait in the warm Shul for the next bus 45 minutes > later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the Rabbi while he > got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall > tapestry. The Rabbi could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and > it covered up the entire problem area.
> > Then the Rabbi noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her > face was like a sheet. "Rabbi, "she asked, "where did you get that > tablecloth?" The Rabbi 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 Poland. The woman could > hardly believe it as the Rabbi 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 Poland. When the Nazis came, she was forced to > leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was > captured, sent to a camp and never saw her husband or her home > again. The Rabbi wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the > Rabbi keep it for the Shul. The Rabbi 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 Erev Purim . The Shul was > almost full. The Service was great. At the end of the service, the > Rabbi and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that > they would return. One older man, whom the Rabbi recognized from the > neighborhood continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the > Rabbi 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 Poland before > the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike? He > told the Rabbi 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 camp. He never saw his wife or his home again > all the 35 years between.
> > The Rabbi 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 > Rabbi 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 Erev Purim reunion he could ever > imagine.
> > Based on a true story; God does work in mysterious ways!
> > 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:
> > "Hashem, bless all my friends and family in what ever 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." >