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Posted on 12/01/2005 6:04:25 AM PST by dutchess
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I turned on the TV late last night and the channel was on Letterman's show - that horrible witch Maureen Dowd was there, trying so hard to be cute and funny about all things Washington DC, etc. She couldn't contain herself or hide her hatred for our President and our Vice President - even when Letterman asked her a question NOT political, she had to turn it into her hate Bush, hate Cheney, hate Republicans - they lied, war was mistake, yada yada yada. She was a pathetic guest, but who could expect any better. She's a bitter, pathetic person.
So.....I am thankful we have this President, this Administration, and that the dims are not in power. Having her gloat would be so much worse! LOL
LOL! Dolly--they did let me go, and everyone else too. The defendent wanted only the judge to hear his case. WOOHOO! Now I have the rest of the day off. Of course, the housework awaits, but I will have a chance to peek in every once in a while to see what's happening!
I like it! Thank you!
A family member sent me this touching story through e-mail so I thought the first day of December would be a nice time to share it with everyone here.
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 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 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
Yo! Dolly! I'm an ELF not a Dwarf!! Dwarf’s whistle while they work. You might remember Snow White and her little guys! (hum-dee-dum-dum)
What!! Now you’ve done it! You put a song in my head!! (drat!) (hum-dee-dum-da)
A finally finished up the stable duty. Today’s assignment is working on Santa’s list – ya know Nice or Naughty.
Thanks for trying to cheer me up. Didn’t work! Nice try though…maybe next time.
Still…
Pistov
P.S. You better be nice!! and your friends too!
Why don't you post a song and maybe change the lyrics to suit you?
Thanks for posting that story, Aqua. Sounds like that pastor had a Divine Appointment.
Yep! Here's "DOC" - from my ship's logo.
Hi Billie. Thanks for "rescuing" me AGAIN! Heading out the door!!! Be back Saturday! ((((billie))))
To celebrate livin' is a good thing to do,
It just might put a smile on yer face,
And keep ya from feelin' blue.
But then, of course, if yer a certain little hostess-gal
From down Texas-way,
Blue is whatcha wanna be,
Each and every day.
I celebrate livin' by turnin' to Him each night,
Sayin' a little Thank You,
For His gift of Light.
Was mighty nice of ya to send it out.
Gonna put your name on Santa's Nice List! But just remember, it's never too late to change it to Naughty if'n you deserve it!!
Pistov
Now, now Billie!!
Your name is going on Santa's Naughty List for your usavory comments and comparison of MoDo to witches!! We can't allow you to insult witches like that!!
And don't bring MoDo up again...it makes me even more...
Pistov
oh, oh.. someone put BILLIE in the corner?
chuckle...
He'd better be careful or we'll tell Mu...I mean Fatboy on him. lol
Thank you, Pistov ... I'm glad to be placed on the Nice list.
Knowing that Santa's got his keen eye on me, I expect to also be doing time on the Naughty list ... a familiar experience.
Good thing that Santa's my pal and cuts me some slack ... )
You know what the VietNam war did for Democrats don't you?
Right.. It elected Richard Milhous Nixon TWICE!!!
Click here for the 'tator take on our military mission in Iraq.
Great article, CT. Thanks
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