9th March 2003
The flowers gracing the
sanctuary are given to the glory of God and in loving memory of our
beloved Mother and Grandmother Mary Hesse Giannini, by Rose
& Susan.
Join us for
a reception honoring our guests in the Parish House immediately
following the service.
Announcements
The family of New Utrecht Church
announces with great sadness the death of our beloved Albert Hollenga on
3/7. The family may be visited on Monday 3/10 at the Bay Ridge
Funeral Home 7614 4th Avenue (718-745-1600) from 2-5 PM and 7—9 PM.
The funeral service will be held on Tuesday 3/11 at 10 AM at New
Utrecht Church. Please join us. Cremation will take place privately.
Our
Boy Scout St. Patrick’s Day Dinner is next Saturday March 15th
at 7:30 PM. See Rose for tickets.
Coming soon...
The Friends of Historic New Utrecht Website
www.historicnewutrecht.org
In Memory of Albert
Hollenga
9th February 1932
– 7th March 2003
The poems on this page
were written by the
Dutch poet, Huub Oosterhuis
and were translated by David SmIth. They can be
found in Oosterhuis’ book:
Prayers. Poems & Songs
(New York: Herder and Herder, 1970).
I don’t know if Albert would
have liked them. But they
spoke to me on the occasion
of his death and I pray they
speak a word of comfort to you.
With you, I am
always with you.
You hold me tight,
your hand in mine.
You will bring all things
to a good end,
you lead me on
in your good pleasure.
What is heaven
to me without you,
where am I on earth
if you are not there?
Though my body
is broken down,
though my heart dies,
you are my Rock,
my God, the future
that waits for me.
Far away from you
life is not life.
God does not send us his word
like a great torrent of water
raging in tempest and flood
sweeping us blindly along,
but like a glimpse of the sun
or a green branch in the winter,
rain falling softly on earth:
this is how God comes to us.
Stripped of all beauty and form
God comes to us as a servant,
suffering here in this world,
dying that we may find life.
Stranger unknown in our midst,
he is a name without power.
Those who are open to peace
welcome his name in their hearts.
He restores sight to the blind,
those who are deaf now can hear him.
This is the news that be brings:
happy the man who believes.
God does not hide from our sight,
we need not look up to heaven.
He is with us here on earth,
living as man among men.
Gently he asks for our faith,
seeking consent to his message;
here in our life and our death,
we become people of God.
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