Sunday, January 9, 2011

An Erev Purim Story

A wonderful Erev Purim story.
Beautiful story..... Makes you understand that things happen for a reason.
The brand new Rabbi and his wife, newly assigned
to their first Congregation, to reopen a shul in suburban Brooklyn , 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 tempest - a 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 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 he 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.
I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today, to guide you and protect you as you go
along your way. His love is always with you. His
promises are true, and when we give Him all our cares we know He will see us through.

So when the road you're traveling seems difficult at best, just remember I'm here
praying and God will do the rest. Pass this on to those you want God to bless and remember
to send it back to the one who asked God to bless
you first.

When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need.
 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.

God, 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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I so much disrespect this kind of writing. It is very clear to me that the story is 100% UNTRUE- yet people still create such stories. If there would be any veracity in it- it would contain the name of the synagogue, the name of the Rabbi, the name of the husband, the wife- the town in poland where they came from- what their present status is, how3 come they didn';t find themselves before.. a million and one things... WHY IS ALL THIS MISSING? BECAUSE THE AUTHOR LIKES MAKING UP LIES... and thinks naive people will be moved. Well I'm not naive- and I find this attitude even annoying... Don't try to take advantage of nice readers- Write TRUTH- not stupid made-up stories, pretending some values are behind them. Falseness has no value.