Beginnings
Our Heavenly Father Knows Best
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Further Memoirs
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Beginnings
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Musings from “the Other Side”
It seemed to me to be inevitable that from the time I was sixteen and my mother invited a young Dutch couple home for tea because she thought they might be lonely, that my life would be interwoven with new friends from Holland. My Grandfather even warned my Mother that if she wasn’t careful. his only grandchild would end up marrying one.
In June 1956 I was bridesmaid to Loui and Thea Kuys and one of the guests was a young handsome fellow, who, I later discovered, could play a rather mean tune on the guitar. So – goodbye kiwi boyfriends and hello Marten.
We were married in St Matthews Anglican Church Hastings but Marten wasn’t very comfortable with the form of service so we began searching for another church. Nick was baptised in the Methodist Church but still we hadn’t found what we were looking for.
Marten was working for a well known painter and paperhanger at the time, who suggested we try meeting with a group of mainly Dutch people who were worshipping together, first in people’s homes and then later the local Red Cross Hall. By this time I had decided that “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” and I was trying to master the Dutch language, a language you can better pronounce when you have a permanent frog in your throat!
At our first meeting it amused me greatly to hear myself being discussed as to who I was and where I might have come from etc. by two ladies, sitting in the seats behind me. They later became very good friends of ours.
Fifty years ago, when the Hastings Church became an official church of the Reformed Churches of New Zealand I could not sign the protocol that day with all the rest of the congregation because Rex had just been born and I was in the Maternity Annex. I signed it and he was baptised a short time later.
There were a few ups and downs in the early years from me. The question of wearing a hat to church was quite a problem. I was the only member of the congregation wearing a hat for years, especially after the Cox’s left. The Reverent Venema was, I think, the one responsible for my eventual bare headedness in church. He also suggested to me that should a problem arise that bothered me, I was to first write it down and then read it out aloud to my reflection in the mirror. I got rid of many frustrations that way, don’t have the need for it any more these days.
When the boys were older I was ‘gently’ persuaded to join the Ladies Guild and because at that time my English was slightly better than theirs, I guess that was the reason I was chosen for President later. For the next twenty years it seemed to be term and term about, President or vice. “It comes so easily to you” they said. Ladies, Ladies, were you deaf that you didn’t hear my knees shaking against the table. Were you so blind you didn’t notice the paper shaking in my hand?
I will remember that first Ladies Presbyterial we held in Hastings when I was President. The committee and local members had done a fantastic job and all went well. The Murdoch Road Church was full. Afterwards I received so many compliments from sister church members — about how easily and well I spoke English!
We started this Hastings Church fifty years ago with a few members who suddenly became like family or friends. We have seen ministers come and sometimes thankfully, go. We have had many up and down times but we have always remained a strong congregation striving to live as our Lord Jesus Christ would have us live. Now fifty years on, we have a large, thriving church and the question of Kiwi or Dutch is no longer relevant in this day and age. We are the Reformed Church of Hastings, greatly Blessed by our Heavenly Father and so may we continue into the 21st century.
Sonja Heesterman.
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Deflation!
Truus, a nurse, who had recently arrived from the Netherlands, was still struggling with the English language. One time, when she had not been to church, our counselor at the time, Rev. Carl Reitsma, visited her and tried very hard to explain the sermon of that morning, which was about “Job and his three friends”. Soon after Truus said to us: “I know Joop, but who are his three friends?” Rev. Reitsma’s reaction was, when told: “What a deflation!”
Nellie Braam
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Temporary Treasurer
Around February 1966, Brother F.Wismeyer approached me and suggested I was “The Man” he’d been looking for to take care of the ‘Church Books’ as temporary treasurer.
The next AGM would sort out everything he promised. After some hesitation I conceded to his request. At the next AGM nothing happened, nor at the next one and the next. I was for 23 years. The position was temporary “with a right of yearly renewal.” Obviously I didn’t mind.
Marten Heesterman
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Our Heavenly Father Knows Best
The History of the Reformed Church of Hastings during the past 50 years make us aware, humble and thankful to God, Who doesn’t forsake the works of His hands in spite of ourselves.
How fragile, small, and humanly speaking, irresponsible and impossible was its very first beginning. A small group of believers worshipping around a tape recorded message in somebody’s home.
We have been a vacant church for approx. 10 years: looked after by a counsellor who would come once a month for session meetings and pastoral care.
Initially the session consisted of one elder and one deacon. An awesome responsibility especially in the light, that the few members all came from different back grounds, were very young and inexperienced and now reluctantly formed a new little church.
Two years later a Synod had to be attended in Wellington. The one elder couldn’t get time off work. The then very young in more ways than one deacon, went by himself by bus to Wellington. The moderamen Revs. Venema and Cooper coming from big sister Churches overseas, made, objections that it was illegal for a church to be represented by only one delegate, let alone a deacon. After some discussion and especially when the deacon gladly offered to leave the meeting and go home, an exception was made. This story highlights some of our early teething problems and also many hurdles which were encountered.
Jaap Saathof
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Fifty Years Ago
Once upon a time, fifty odd years ago, we came to N.Z. a newly married, young couple totally unprepared for life on “the other side”, but full of hope and the willingness to face anything, as long as we had each other and though not very mature: our Faith in God.
Since there was no church in Hawke’s Bay, like the G.K. in Holland, we joined the Presbyterian Church in Havelock North, where our eldest child was baptised; our second child buried. We biked three miles to church on Sundays, and were fairly happy, that is: at first, till we had a better understanding of the English language and started to compare the message every Sunday to the ones we heard in Holland. Just at that time, 1960, we were visited by Mr. DeGraaf, the minister of the Wellington Reformed Church, who wanted to plant a church in Hawkes Bay. The timing was right, as God’s timing always is. Things were set into motion, meetings with other Christians, visits from ministers and family, soon we were ready to start with a very small group (25). An old fashioned “Band Recorder” (now Tape Recorder) played a tape with a sermon and we sat around the coffee table in each others homes, listening and praying together and singing without organ or piano, from a hymn book supplied by the Wellington Church. In 1961 our third child was baptised by Mr. DeGraaf in “The Red Cross Hall”, with a second child of the Wismeyers. F. Wismeyer was the first elder in our church and Jaap was the deacon. Once a month we had a visiting minister to preach and advise, who often stayed with us, as we had a great big old house and lots of room. More people came to join us; from Holland and from the Hawke’s Bay area, like the family Cox.
Session meetings were held once a month, when the visiting minister was here and they ran late into the night. But slowly we were by God’s providence, shown the road to walk on, with our growing families and new members. A few names stand out, I’m thinking of people who are no longer with us, like Jaap and Nel Brandrecht, Jaap always playing the organ, while he couldn’t read a note of music, he did that for years and years Iris Vanden Berg who came with Adrian and her children in the early 60’s and did the flowers every single Sunday. Adrie Kaijser, who was involved with the Calvinettes from the beginning. These few faithful people have left us for a better place, and still their efforts are remembered.
Jaap’s mother, Mrs. Saathof Snr. was here at the Institution of the Church and was by some people called: ‘The Mother of Israel” — No need to say more.
The first funeral was of Bruno, her eldest son, who died at the age of 34 and once again in 1964 Mr. DeGraaf led the service.
There are many joyful and a few sad happenings we could mention but the wonderful, amazing truth stands out from these 50 years: God has led us on our way, not through a spectacular Red Sea, but still tumultuous waters to a place of peace, where we may come together, rejoice in the many, many blessings we have ‘witnessed and the same knowledge that: “He Leadeth Us, Oh Blessed Thought”. We are indeed so thankful to be here in Hastings, in New Zealand and thankful again for the sure hope and promise He has given us.
By grace alone we are saved.
Netty Saathof
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Reminiscences
In 1955, Rev. E. Dijkstra, minister of the Reformed Church of Wellington, started visiting Hawke’s Bay once every three months, making contact with different families living here. Sometimes he also brought his wife. We were living in Taradale at that time and he always stayed with us for a week.
However, we still had to go to Wellington by bus to have Coby (January 1954) and Bram (December 1955) baptized there.
We had no contact with other families until we started the tape-recorded meetings at Pieter and Hanny Donk’s place, where I also met Sonja Heesterman. At first I thought she was also Dutch.
In summer, I went to Hastings on the power cycle from Bay View, but in winter to Napier only and then by bus to Hastings, where I was picked up at Karamu Rd.
It was only a very small group but we had a blessed time together.
Ma Van Berkel
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Before the Institution
One memory I recall being one of the original group of believers, who meet together regularly for services, was being invited by Rev. A. de Graaf to come to Wellington for the Easter weekend. As we did not have a minister and the service involved listening to a taped message, we looked forward to having a “real” service on Easter. We drove down altogether in my Volkswagen van and were billeted out to the various members of the Wellington Church. We worshipped with the congregation together at the Naenae Hall. I particularly remember the service as a bird kept chirping and it was disturbing the service, but Rev. A. de Graaf made a comment to put things into a different perspective. He said “Even that bird cannot stop praising God on this Easter morning!” I remember Rev. A. de Graaf as a man with fire in his belly. He loved the Lord and had great enthusiasm for the church, particularly with his music. He loved organs and he started a choir. His enthusiasm for the Lord spurred us into action. God used him instrumentally in setting up our church.
Back in the early days, we were a small struggling church with very little money, but we had a desire to build up the church. This meant many working bees, hours of unpaid labour of love to develop this little church. I remember in the Murdoch Road labouring with many loads of concrete and paint brushes. One big job was to swap the pulpit area from the back to the front of the building. This was to include the old foyer area and the old kitchen to enlarge the auditorium. At that time the organ was powered by an old vacuum cleaner (before that it was a foot pump!) This meant the organ had to be powered up before the organist could use the organ, giving off a nice vacuum cleaner noise!
We can see how God’s hand has worked from such a small beginning with people of different backgrounds and has brought them together to build up His church. We give thanks to God for such a blessing.
Pieter Donk
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Recollections of a Child
These recollections go back to 1959. I was nine years old at the time and attending Havelock North Primary School. Just across the road from the school was, and still is, St Columbus Presbyterian Church. In those days it was a large wooden church with a tall steeple containing a bell which was rung on a Sunday morning to call the parishioners to worship. The church ran a Sunday school on Sunday mornings which I happily attended along with many of my school friends. We listened to bible stories, sang Sunday school songs, learned to recite the Lord’s Prayer and the Apostles Creed.
At some point during that year my parents along with a few other “Dutchies” decided to leave St Columbus and go to another church, not an existing church but a completely new church. The new church was the Reformed Church and the Red Cross Hall in St Aubyns Street was the building used to house the small congregation. The Sunday school, much to my dismay at the time, consisted only of my self, my sister, Gonny and Ada Westerlaken. I found the change rather difficult to comprehend and I must say resented the move greatly at the time. This feeling was heightened when our church services involved listening to a sermon from a reel to reel tape deck and singing hymns accompanied by a piano accordion. There was no clear desire in a young boy’s mind, at that time, to trust in the Lord.
Well that was then and this is now. The Lord had a plan and the plan was to establish and strengthen this church, making it into a body of believers that trust him and seek to follow his word. We may have all been brought into fellowship from different backgrounds and at different times but it is clear to me now, looking back over 50 years, that the Lord has been working in all our lives to draw us together as part of his kingdom.
“ Those who trust in the Lord are as Mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abides forever. As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds his people now and for ever more.” Psalm 125: 1-2
Mike Pudney
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Further Memoirs
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Time at Murdoch Road
It was January 1979 when the Vandenberg family moved from Whakamaru in the South Waikato to Hawke’s Bay, settling down in Napier and transferring our church membership from Tokoroa to Hastings.
Rev Bert Rurich was the pastor in Hastings when we arrived and the services were held in the cosy little church on Murdoch Road. Session meetings were held in a room between the auditorium and the hall and with cigarette smoking still the norm, they were smelly affairs not appreciated by the non smokers office bearers. From memory, Rev Rurich went off on a sabbatical to Holland not long after we arrived and while there received a call from Tokoroa/Kerepehi which he accepted.
The Church on Murdoch Road had an entrance door just off the footpath and the pews were positioned so that the congregation sat with their backs to the road. However it was decided a little while after we arrived to rearrange the layout and have the pews facing the road and incorporate the entrance lobby & the small anti-room into the church auditorium. But first it was necessary to shift the electricity switchboard, shift the meters outside and bring in a new power cable from the power pole. While at it, a 24/7 timer and thermostat was fitted to the auditorium heating circuits which worked at treat, particularly on those cold winter mornings.
One remaining deficiency in the re-arranged Murdoch Road church building was the difficult access for wheelchairs and funerals. A plan was drawn up to install a double door entrance way at the rear of the auditorium which unfortunately would require the removal of a tree. Even those days there were greenies and there was no small debate over the fate of this tree which, like the tree on One Tree Hill, disappeared overnight.
A feature of the Murdoch Road church was the resident Sunday School teacher & organist Mr Lester Kemp. Lester had been involved with the Murdoch Road church property for years before it took on a Reformed flavour. His musical ability was greatly appreciated during a period when organists were thin on the ground and it is fair to say that Lester was loved by all. His non appearance one Sunday was out of character and upon checking his home it was found that he had been promoted to glory to be with his Lord.
Congregational growth during these early years was slow but steady (with some contribution by the Vandenberg’s) while under the ministry of Rev’s Hone Philips & Jack Sawyer and was accompanied by an increased awareness of the need for Christian Education in this increasingly secular part of the world. The Hastings Christian School opened in January 1986 operating out of the manse adjoining the church property and quickly outgrew this modest beginning. Pressure was building on the congregational and HCS needs when the Lord providentially opened up a door whereby the Florence Street property came on the market and the rest, as they say is history.
Leen Vandenberg
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Sunday School Memories
A few memories stick in my mind when I think of going to Sunday School as a child, one of them is being taught by Mr Kemp. He had his big grey blue felt board and as he told a story from the bible, he would place the appropriate picture on this board. I also remember the birthday rocking chair. All the Sunday school children gathered together and had these little chairs to sit on, (some are still in the babysit,) but there was only one little rocking chair (yes, this too is currently in babysit.) This was THE chair. If it was your birthday during the week, you were allowed to sit in this special chair. A once in a year experience! The end of year Christmas event wasn’t a thing to be forgotten either. All us children would sit enraptured as we listened to the Christmas story dramatically told by Dick Nieuwland. I would always enjoy this retelling of how Christ came down to earth to dwell among men. It was (and still is) the real meaning of Christmas. The children would stand in front of the church, holding our lit candle, which was exciting for us little children, and we would sing “Jesus Bid Us Shine.” Next, our names would be called out and we would go up to receive a christian story book, which always was thoroughly enjoyed. Of course, at the end of the evening, all the children would receive a bag of lollies wrapped in red or green crepe paper, a wonderful way to end a lovely evening.
Fiona van’t Sant
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The Same Vintage
The church is fifty years (half a century) old and I myself am not far behind. So now you can guess my vintage. I wasn’t quite the first baby to be baptised in the fledgling Reformed church of Hastings (that honour goes to Rex Heesterman) but I have been raised and nurtured for my entire lifetime in this denomination. So to put it in a nutshell, I was born here, have lived here all my life and will probably R.I.P here. Just as well it’s a wonderful place to live!
In the scheme of things I am the grandchild of the oldest founding member of the Reformed Church of Hastings. Someone aptly referred to Mrs A Saathof-Smidt as the mother of the children of Israel and I think that name suits. She was a school teacher and mother of seven who survived several years in a Japanese prison of war camp in Indonesia, amazingly enough only losing one child to Malaria, during that time. After the war the Dutch colonialists in Indonesia were repatriated back to Holland and within a few years some of the Saathof family, having experienced warmer climates and greater freedom of space followed Abel Tasman’s lead and settled in sunny Hawkes Bay. This move highlighted the fact that their faith had been uprooted and therefore the job of church planting in Hastings became a priority, particularly after meeting other Christians with the same convictions.
Fifty years on her son and daughter and their spouses, Jaap and Netty Saathof and Roy and Anne Pudney are still faithful members of our church. Both have been blessed with their first great grandchildren. O me, O my, that makes me an Oma, and what a privilege that is. The fifth generation of a founding member has arrived. He’s been attending church from his first week in the world and although we don’t know how much he is absorbing at the tender age of 5 months, we do know the importance of our children and children’s children being equipped to carry on the light of the gospel. This should be our greatest priority and yet we can only do this with prayer, work, God’s grace and a faithful church. I am sure if my old Oma Saathof-Smidt could take a peek at where we are at now, she would be pleased to see the way God has blessed our church through the faithful preaching of the word and with the provision of a growing Christian School, particularly as she and her husband were involved in the running of a school in Indonesia.
Our church has many blessings to be thankful for and this includes a growth in numbers which has enabled the sending of the Doumas in 2009 as missionaries to Papua New Guinea, while supporting two ministers for a time. The need for larger premises can also be viewed as a blessing although the danger of being a member in a large church is that it’s harder to develop close relationships with everyone. There’s something special about being a child in a small church where the relationships were warm and close and we could call someone Aunty and Uncle even though they weren’t related.
Willem and I were married December 1980 in the Reformed Church in Murdoch road, Hastings. The building was in the process of being altered internally and luckily someone remembered that we were getting married the next day, so the wall linings at the front were hastily put back in place and our wedding went ahead. I think it was the first wedding that Hone Phillips was officiating and I remember being very surprised when the whole service was over in less than half an hour. When I look at the photos, the congregation and building look very small. Our church then moved to Florence Street and the old church building became Hastings Christian School where our daughters Saskia, Ingrid and Anouska began their schooling. God blessed the diligent efforts of so many volunteers and teachers and eventually the Christian school outgrew the old Murdoch road church building and moved to its present plot of land in Copeland road. The school has been somewhat of a draw card for national immigrants thereby also contributing to the growth of the Reformed Church of Hastings. The blessing of having a Christian education from year 1 to 13 helps to provide necessary spiritual armour as our children’s faith comes under increasing attack due to the post-modernist society we live in.
Along with the Christian School, our Cadet and Calvinette club has been a positive experience for me both as a child and later as a counsellor. It was a good way to meet like-minded people around New Zealand, to enjoy God’s creation and to get to know the children in our church more personally. I could tell you a lot more as my years could fill a booklet but I am getting a bit woolly and long winded in ‘me old age’ so if you need to know more, just ask.
Helen van der Werff
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Young @ Heart Memory
When I was asked to share something about the history of the church here in Hastings, I could not think of anything for to me history is something from a long time ago. But then, even today is tomorrows history. As a group of “Young @ heart” we are history and I like to share a few memories with you.
In the time that Jack Sawyer was our pastor, we had an early morning bible study starting at 6 A.M. and we studied “Calvin’s Institute”. Hard to digest on an empty stomach. So we decided on turns to do breakfast. When it was Jack’s turn we were in for an American feast. Because of the lack of a frying pan in the church Jack got creative and looked outside the square. The sausages got cooked in the teapot. Needless to say it was an appetite killer seeing them dangling limp and pale in the teapot. The Sunday after at morning tea the cups of tea were decorated with little beads of fat.
When Jack came as a delegate for the Synod a few years ago we invited him for an outing to Puketitiri. I said at to the “Young @heart” : “I take you all to the museum”. But looking at the worried faces I added: “We will come back because I got Jack in the car”. With one driver short, Selwyn volunteered as a driver and offered to lead us the way. So off we went. After miles of driving we realized that Selwyn had led us astray onto the garden path to the middle of nowhere. The clever thing to do was to do a U-turn right there and then on top of the hill. Later on Jack shared his emotions with me and said that in a split second he saw his life flashing by when we hang off the cliff. The whole event was witnessed by one of our youth doing surveying work. We made it to the museum and walked for a few hours down memory lane enjoying the amazing private collection of Mr.Lemon. Jack mailed later from his home in the States how immensely he had enjoyed the outing catching up with us talking about the past while sharing a lunch together.
Anneke Majoor
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A Testimony
Not all our members have been in our church for their whole life. Here is the testimony of Arthur, who has come to join our church in the later years of his life. We give praise to God who changes the hearts of man.
My personal journey back to the Lord started back in October 2002 and I did not know it at the time. 2001/02, Allison and I had a pamphlet run, here in Camberley. Alieda Gunther took it over in October 2002 – her reason of course–“I need the exercise.” It was in the 2nd week after she had taken up delivering pamphlets, that Allison and myself actually met Alieda–{with whom we became friends very quickly}. A further couple of weeks later, I happened to be visiting my eldest daughter, who was living in Lowe Street, when I saw this guy, in need of a shave, in shorts, delivering pamphlets, about a hundred metres or so behind Alieda. I stopped the car when I saw Alieda and asked her: “Alieda, who’s the guy following you and also putting junk mail in the letter boxes?” She laughed and said:” That is my husband, Trevor”… We were eventually invited to their home for an evening barbeque, which was a very pleasant evening. We have never lost contact since then; many a weekend Rebekah, their daughter, spends with us. During 2003, Allison was invited to take our boy, Dylan, to “mainly music”. Of course, this brought Allison in contact with more ladies from Hastings Reformed Church. Rick and Alisha Meeusen and their family were next to come into our lives and become good friends. Alieda’s parents invited Allison & her friend Noella to their home each Monday – at that time I was very busy mowing lawns and handy man work. My meetings with them were only occasional. Church or religion was rarely mentioned other than they were all members of Hastings Reformed Church. May, 2007: I had a heart attack and was admitted to hospital which is where I met Arie van Seventer who was also a heart patient – we flew together in a hospital plane to Wellington, where Arie had stents put in and I had a quadruple bypass. It was the 2nd day after the operation, my dreams were pure horror – I stood in the gates of hell- surrounded by nothing but petrified bones and fallen trees – no air, no light — I cried and from me came the first prayer since 1961 — Lord, help me, the sinner that I am, it is in you I want to put my trust and life. The next afternoon, a Salvation Army officer was visiting another man whose bed was next to me. He came and spoke to me, I told him of my nightmares – immediately, he prayed with me and for me. A few weeks after being discharged from hospital, Ben called in to see me – after talking for a while, I told Ben that it was time for me to come back to the Lord. The following Sunday, Ben picked me up and we came to the Reformed Church – Ben introduced me to Bruce Hoyt and a couple of other members. I was baptised and took my profession of faith on 27th April 2008. So my journey is not over– but, isn’t it amazing how He guided me, without my realising it, from the moment I met the Gunthers right through to Ben inviting me to come along and have a listen – which I did – and heard the message I needed. The ways of our Lord is to be marvelled at. Amen. Thank you for reading my story.
Arthur Andersen-Hull
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Words of Farewell
It has been a great privilege for Lois and me to serve the Lord among you these past 15 years. You have provided for us well, so that we have been without financial worries. This has enabled us to give ourselves to the work of the ministry both here in the local congregation and in the wider Reformed Churches of New Zealand as I have served in the Wellington Presbytery and in various ways for the whole Synod.
Over many years as your sole minister and more recently in times of prayer together with David I have given thanks to God that you hold the word of the Lord in high regard and that in the main you have received both the comfort and the admonition which the Scriptures give us. That has made the preaching and teaching of the Word of God both joyful and rewarding.
Because of your high regard for God’s word, I am confident that you will continue to receive that Word through David’s ministry as you have mine. As you already know, David and I have quite different characters – as Jenny’s Dad said, we are like chalk and cheese. Because of our leaving there will be adjustments both you and he will have to make in the months ahead. As Paul said to the Thessalonians, “we request of you, brethren, that you appreciate those who diligently labour among you, and have charge over you in the Lord and give you instruction, and that you esteem them very highly in love because of their work. Live in peace with one another.”
In these 15 years I have sought to promote the peace and unity of the church and the Lord has blessed my efforts in that regard. For this I am thankful to our gracious God.
I urge you to continue to grow in love for God and for one another. And so in the words of the apostle Paul, I urge you “as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience; bearing with one another, and forgiving each other, whoever has a complaint against anyone; just as the Lord forgave you so also should you. Beyond all these things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity. Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body, and be thankful.”
In the future, when I hear reports of the Reformed Church of Hastings, I hope to be able to say with the apostle John that “I have no greater joy than this, to hear of my children walking in the truth.” And to that end I urge you to “contend earnestly for the faith which was once for all handed down to the saints.”
As your pastor I must now say, “So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye…” but as your brother in Christ, I say,
God be with you till we meet again,
By His counsels guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you,
God be with you till we meet again.
And because of God’s grace in Christ we shall certainly meet again, if not here in this life, then we shall meet at the feet of Jesus in heaven.
Bruce Hoyt
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