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The Wisdom Of Barnyard Bruke: "God Works in Mysterious Ways; Who Does What?"

Greetings to ever one in western Illinois and all readers of The Quill. I'm a hope'n all have a good start on the New Year and enjoy'n life as it comes their way.

Sometimes things happen in life and it is hard to find an explanation as to how it happened.

The follow'n true story was told which draws one to the conclusion that "God works in mysterious ways".

God Works In Mysterious Ways!!

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.

On December 19th 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 sunk when he saw 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, 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 as white as 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 said 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 a prison camp 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 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 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 and came 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.

There ya has it then, a true story with a good end'n or should it be called a "miracle'.

Who Does What?

Buster Jigs and his wife were have'n an argument about who should brew the coffee each morn'n. His wife sez, "You should do it because you get up first, and then we won't have ta wait as long ta get our coffee."

Buster said, "You are in charge of cook'n around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait fer my coffee."

His wife replied, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."

To that Buster replied, I can't believe that, show me."

Mrs. Jigs fetched the family Bible from the nearby coffee table and promptly opened it to the New Testament. There she showed him at the top of several pages, that indeed it was written "HEBREWS".

Well, there ya has it then fer the first Barnyard column fer the New Year. A serious note mixed with a little humor.

The boys and I along with our Mrs. are a hope'n the New Year is fruitful fer ya all and this column puts a little spark in your life each week.

Hope'n to see you'ns in church this week and remember - wherever ya is, whatever ya be a do'n "BE A GOOD ONE!"

Keep on Smile'n

Catch ya later