Christmas Gift From 100 Years Ago… Joyeux Noel

Wishing you a Merry Christmas, Joyeux Noel, Buon Natale, Feliz Navidad, Happy Hanukkah
and whatever holiday you may be celebrating around this time.

I just wanted to remind you of something extraordinary that happened 100 years ago…
On Christmas Eve in 1914 during World War 1, the Germans, French and Scottish soldiers on the front-line called an informal and unauthorised truce – with the other men, who they’d tried to kill every day because they were the ‘enemy’.

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be-kind So whilst the News, media and politicians try to shape your mind into seeing differences and being afraid – remember to take the time to remember your similarity to ‘others’, your fellow humans.

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

Most of the time that battle is not visible on a battlefield but inside. So don’t judge others as you don’t know what they’ve been through.

Wishing you hope, kindness, understanding and peace for 2015.

Best Wishes,
Bobby 🙂

Story of the Nativity – online

Whilst you check your Facebook, emails, shop on Amazon and bid on the bargains at Ebay – remember  what Christmas is all about.

“Times change, Feelings remain the same.”

Happy Holidays everyone, Bobby

The Miracle of the Tablecloth

If you believe that all things happen for a reason and believe there is something more intelligent than you ‘out there’ (or inside), then this story is for you. Be it true or not does not matter, it is the hope it gives to those that have faith in a greater purpose and know there is a meaning to their life. Do things seem to go wrong but are really going right for a different reason that you do not know yet – and may never realise…

As you get ready for Christmas, to spend it with family, friends, strangers or alone – pass this seasonal story onto your loved ones to let them know you were thinking of them.  Your connections and bonds are there to get stronger, not to be forgotten.
Remember, as you read this, someone somewhere is thinking of you too!

Merry Christmas, Bobby

A story about…THE TABLECLOTH

“The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first church needed much work. They set a 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 their goal was 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 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. She 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

Who says God does not 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 you know He will see us through. So when the road you’re traveling on seems difficult at best, Just remember I’m here praying, and God will do the rest.

This story has been around for a long time, and the details have changed over time. The earliest reference I’ve found to it is in the December 1954 issue of Reader’s Digest.
This was published as “The Gold and Ivory Tablecloth” in Christmas in My Heart: A timeless Treasury of Heartwarming Stories, the first in a best-selling series of inspirational books by Dr. Joe Wheeler. In Wheeler’s book.


“The Gold and Silver Tablecloth by Howard C. Schade

At Christmas time men and women everywhere gather in their churches to wonder anew at the greatest miracle the world has ever known. But the story I like best to recall was not a miracle — not exactly.

It happened to a pastor who was very young. His church was very old. Once, long ago, it had flourished. Famous men had preached from its pulpit, prayed before its altar. Rich and poor alike had worshipped there and built it beautifully. Now the good days had passed from the section of town where it stood. But the pastor and his young wife believed in their run-down church. They felt that with paint, hammer, and faith they could get it in shape. Together they went to work.

But late in December a severe storm whipped through the river valley, and the worst blow fell on the little church — a huge chunk of rain-soaked plaster fell out of the inside wall just behind the altar. Sorrowfully the pastor and his wife swept away the mess, but they couldn’t hide the ragged hole.

The pastor looked at it and had to remind himself quickly, “Thy will be done!” But his wife wept, “Christmas is only two days away!”

That afternoon the dispirited couple attended the auction held for the benefit of a youth group. The auctioneer opened a box and shook out of its folds a handsome gold and ivory lace tablecloth. It was a magnificent item, nearly 15 feet long. but it, too, dated from a long vanished era. Who, today, had any use for such a thing? There were a few halfhearted bids. Then the pastor was seized with what he thought was a great idea.

He bid it in for $6.50.

He carried the cloth back to the church and tacked it up on the wall behind the altar. It completely hid the hole! And the extraordinary beauty of its shimmering handwork cast a fine, holiday glow over the chancel. It was a great triumph. Happily he went back to preparing his Christmas sermon.

Just before noon on the day of Christmas Eve, as the pastor was opening the church, he noticed a woman standing in the cold at the bus stop. “The bus won’t be here for 40 minutes!” he called, and invited her into the church to get warm.

She told him that she had come from the city that morning to be interviewed for a job as governess to the children of one of the wealthy families in town but she had been turned down. A war refugee, her English was imperfect.

The woman sat down in a pew and chafed her hands and rested. After a while she dropped her head and prayed. She looked up as the pastor began to adjust the great gold and ivory cloth across the hole. She rose suddenly and walked up the steps of the chancel. She looked at the tablecloth. The pastor smiled and started to tell her about the storm damage, but she didn’t seem to listen. She took up a fold of the cloth and rubbed it between her fingers.

“It is mine!” she said. “It is my banquet cloth!” She lifted up a corner and showed the surprised pastor that there were initials monogrammed on it. “My husband had the cloth made especially for me in Brussels! There could not be another like it.”

For the next few minutes the woman and the pastor talked excitedly together. She explained that she was Viennese; that she and her husband had opposed the Nazis and decided to leave the country. They were advised to go separately. Her husband put her on a train for Switzerland. They planned that he would join her as soon as he could arrange to ship their household goods across the border. She never saw him again. Later she heard that he had died in a concentration camp.

“I have always felt that it was my fault — to leave without him,” she said. “Perhaps these years of wandering have been my punishment!” The pastor tried to comfort her and urged her to take the cloth with her. She refused. Then she went away.

As the church began to fill on Christmas Eve, it was clear that the cloth was going to be a great success. It had been skillfully designed to look its best by candlelight.

After the service, the pastor stood at the doorway. Many people told him that the church looked beautiful. One gentle-faced middle-aged man — he was the local clock-and-watch repairman — looked rather puzzled.

“It is strange,” he said in his soft accent. “Many years ago my wife – God rest her — and I owned such a cloth. In our home in Vienna, my wife put it on the table” — and here he smiled — “only when the bishop came to dinner.”

The pastor suddenly became very excited. He told the jeweler about the woman who had been in church earlier that day. The startled jeweler clutched the pastor’s arm. “Can it be? Does she live?”

Together the two got in touch with the family who had interviewed her. Then, in the pastor’s car they started for the city. And as Christmas Day was born, this man and his wife, who had been separated through so many saddened Yule tides, were reunited.

To all who hear this story, the joyful purpose of the storm that had knocked a hole in the wall of the church was now quite clear. Of course, people said it was a miracle, but I think you will agree it was the season for it!

True love seems to find a way.”

All I want for Christmas is…

…to wish you all a Very Merry Christmas and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Thank you for your friendship and support over the last year and it was great catching up with all my old friends and the new ones too. I look forward to many more happy moments in 2010 and wish you all the same.

Sending love to you, your families and loved ones.

Have fun! And a Wonderful Christmas & Brilliant New Year,

Snowcraft – a great holiday game… let the snowball fights begin…
(can’t see the game) – click here to go to my blog to play

Controls: Use your mouse to click on your snow buddies and then drag them around to avoid being hit.

Click on them and release the button to throw the snowball. The meter above them shows the power. Easy!

Season of goodwill…

Do you want a season of goodwill or a lifetime of joy and happiness?

Friends and family are for life, not just for Christmas. Although, at least you can choose your friends 🙂

Your presence is the best present you can give to anyone.

Visit your family and go see friends. Give them a call or even send them a text, let them know you’re thinking about them and care.

And the great thing is you can be nice to people and strangers all year round. So give a little love well into the new year and you will get so much more in return.

Someone, somewhere would love to share a moment with you. Make it count as time is precious.
2008 was over in a flash, make sure 2009 is more memorable and worthwhile.

Make a difference and be the change you wish to see around you, as it is the only thing that really matters!

Have a very merry Christmas and an even better New Year! Take the happiness, joy and smiles into 2009.

Best wishes and hoping you attract into your life all that you deserve,