Reverend Shonekan’s Story Of Tablecloth That Likens To His Pastoral Challenges

January 3, 2017 / Alonge Michael / Saints & Sinners / 3 Comments »

godwin-shonekanThere are so many issues we, as Celestians, need to iron out concerning the leadership of our church. We really cannot continue to do same thing, same way and expect a different result. We cannot run away from the fact that our leadership lacks appropriate administration, this has created a room for every dick and harry to be fighting for number one position of the church. My question really is why should you fight for what is already yours? I guess you can always fight for what you don’t have. What is yours will always be yours and if it’s not yours then forget it.

Since the demise of the late founder, SBJ Oshoffa, every Celestial Pastor that emerged after him has been selfish and gullible. They enrich themselves at the detriment of the church, the reason is simply because the REAL one that Papa said would come has not come and we are all left to cry in the rain. May God help us all.

Well, this is a story culled from Reverend Shonekan’s Page, it’s so inspiring.

“This great true story now resubmitted by Pastor, Prophet G. B. Shonekan who shares a desire to do God’s WILL but met with manmade obstacles and away from his family to face the odds with prayer. God’s WILL will see me through and I will see my family too soonest,” Shonekan said.

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THE WILL OF GOD: THE TABLECLOTH – A Beautiful true story…

makes you understand that things happen for a reason .

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 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 she 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 in all the 35 years 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 work in mysterious ways.

So when the road you’re traveling seems difficult at best, just remember praying, and God will do the rest.

What a story…? Jesus lives on and may the spirit of Papa S. B. J. Osofa continue with the faithful.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, from me and the Celestian Families.

3 responses to “Reverend Shonekan’s Story Of Tablecloth That Likens To His Pastoral Challenges”

  1. David Alafia says:

    So anybody that calls himself Revrend is now a revrend. You see, i think its we the members that is the greatest fools here, not the one struggling for power at all. Ok, now…me too i declare myself Revrend…start to call me revrend na. ..I thought more people are getting educated why all these?

  2. Olusho Israel says:

    Inspiring! Hope we can learn a lesson from it

  3. Firstborn says:

    Awesome story

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