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The Special Tablecloth


by Fr Duncan McVicar on 09/01/2012 -

This makes you understand that things happen for a reason. The newly-ordained pries arrived in early October. When he saw his new church, it was very run down and needed a lot of work. He set a goal to have everything done in time to have the first Mass on Christmas Eve.  On December 19th, a terrible tempest – a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. 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. He cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve Mass, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he went in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory coloured, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colours and a Cross embroidered right in the centre. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus… She missed it. The priest invited her to wait in church for the next bus 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the priest while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The priest could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the centre aisle. Her face was like a sheet. ‘Father,’ she asked, ‘where did you get that tablecloth?’ The priest 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 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 husband or her home again. The priest wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the priest keep it for the church. The priest insisted on driving her home that was the least he could do. What a wonderful Holy Mass they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the Mass, the priest greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the priest recognized from the neighbourhood continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the priest 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 priest 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 priest asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to the same house where the priest 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 Father Reid)

mary cole says:

Thanks. Read this story before, but it moves me each time.

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