|True Stories? Urban Legends? Chain Letters? Could be one or all
of them. You be the judge. Collected from many friends and family, these make for
some very interesting reading.
A Christmas Eve Story
Your Actions Could Change A Life
Christmas Eve Story - True Story
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to
reopen a church in urban 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 Dec.
18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On Dec. 19 a terrible tempest-a driving
rain- storm hit the area and lasted for two days.
On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sunk when he saw
that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 6 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 & 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,
crochet table cloth with exquisite work, fine colors & 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. But 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 white 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, & 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. She was captured, sent to prison
& 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 & 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 & the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor
& his wife greeted everyone at the door & 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 & put in a concentration camp. He never saw his wife or his home again
for 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 & 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
True Story-submitted by Pastor Rob Reid.
Your Actions Could Change A Life
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was
walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his
books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game
with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him,
knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His
glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked
up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged
over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get
lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on
his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived
near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private
school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked
all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked
him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung
all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought
the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books
again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles
with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors,
began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew
that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to
be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was
valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to
prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and
speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really
found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He
had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today
was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him
on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one
of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he
started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began: "Graduation is a time to thank
those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your
siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being
a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a
story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first
day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had
cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff
home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My
friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as
this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad
looking at me smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can
change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to
impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
-- Author Unknown
I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying
groceries.I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years was still too raw.
And this grocery store held so many sweet memories. Rudy often came with me and almost
every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up
to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.
Rudy knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my
few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since Rudy had passed on.
Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two. Standing
by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how Rudy had loved his
steak. Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blond, slim and lovely in a soft green
pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket,
hesitated,and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of
steaks. She saw me watching her and she smiled.
"My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't
know." I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes."My
husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the package in her
hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish
every moment you have together." She nodded her head and I saw the emotion in her
eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.
I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy
products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A quart, I finally
decided and moved on to the ice cream section near the front of the store. If nothing
else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.
I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front. I
saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms
she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear
a soft halo encircled her blond hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.
As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting
in my eyes. "These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long
stemmed yellow roses in my arms.
"When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for."
She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.
I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to
speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision. I looked down at the
beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did
Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. "Oh,
Rudy, you haven't forgotten me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my eyes.
He was still with me, and she was his angel.
Everyday be thankful for what you have and who you are. If you
appreciate life, send this to your friends, including the person that sent it to you!
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings,
thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as
long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you,
Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are
lost, toast is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud, thank you, Lord, for
my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in
magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the
opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my
circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life!
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone to treasure. For friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes
the world we live in a better and happier place.
Now send this to every friend you have!
This was sent to me by a friend, and is now passed on to YOU, my friend.