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投稿登载【第四篇】戴智民牧師|Reverend Dr. Deutsch

收稿日期: 2020年04月23日
发布日期: 2020年04月24日
文章和照片收集: 楊文進 / Charles Duong
文章提供: Johns Tribute, Christians Tribute, Kathrins Tribute, Letters from Friends and family, Personal Messages
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Johns Tribute | Johns 追念致辭

Johns tribute - Memories of Dad

Remembering often is painful, this I experienced a lot in past years, especially in connection with some occasions of remembering the end of the Nazi terror, and the liberation of concentration camps. There were witnesses testifying of their experiences who are my age, and had gone through such terror, very little of which I had known. TV reports, interviews and special programmes sometimes even make me feel guilty that I had experienced so little of the actual suffering others had to endure. The special remembrance of the liberation of Theresienstadt was hard to take in at all. There most of my relatives had died. While grandfather met his end in a cattle wagon on the way to Riga. The mourning will go on for ever.

as a 10 year old boy…. ….My memories are a little misty of that parting and the train journey to Stuttgart in May 1938 on my own. There was my mother standing on the platform of Westbahnhof, crying and waving her handkerchief. Several adults in the compartment kindly tried their best to distract me. Mother had given me plenty of food and a little racing car I had fancied with steering, and I kept playing with this the whole 15 hours of the journey. Actually, I had not taken on board that this journey really meant I was going away from my mother for good. To me it seemed more like dreaming or going on a holiday. Only when arriving at Stuttgart main station, reality caught up with me…..

…After passing the Cambridge Proficiency in English in June 1957 I returned to Legelshurst / Germany. Lisbethl had returned home already before Christmas. Her elder sister Herta and her husband Hans kindly let us use the upper room in their house, where I could live until we got married. We were planning our wedding, buying clothes. Also we had to prepare for our life and work in Hong Kong…

…..Then the boat moved toward a large pier, and there were some people waiting. Strange people in a strange country. This would be home for almost 25 years. The strangers who met us soon became friends and colleagues, Rev. and Mrs Wyder, Rev. Maier, Rev. and Mrs. Itten. We were led from the ship and right into busy Kowloon, then still rather quiet, for a small snack. Among them must also have been Rev. Tsang, Rev. Tong and Rev. Yip, perhaps also already our language teacher Ms Chow….. Still in my mind is arriving at Lok Yuk Seminary, in Saikung, on sunny December 26: everything looked beautiful clean, not too warm, and inviting. Looking down from the Seminary right in front of us was the South China Sea and the small village of Saikung……

By Nuriel – “ Is Waiting “

one day it will happen

Without feeling, something will change

Something will calm us down, something will touch us

And there will be nothing to fear.

And it will come like a hand-engraved line

It will come self-assured

As if he was always there

And waited for us to notice

And it will come, you will see

The clenched hands will lengthen

And the guard heart will not hurt at a normal pace

It will come, as nature is normal

Be at peace with himself

one day it will happen

Without feeling, something will change

Something will touch us, something will calm us

And there will be nothing to fear

And it will come like a hand-engraved line

It will come self-assured

As if he was always there

And waited for us to notice

And it will come, you will see ...

And it will come, you know

Not everything will shake us

Not everything will strike

And what will open up to us

am waiting

By Rotem: “ A Walk to Caesarea” by Hannah Szenes

My God, my God,

may it never end –

the sand and the sea,

the rustle of the water,

the brilliance of the sky,

the prayer of man.

A Walk To Caesarea

SOPHIE MILMAN - ELI ELI - A WALK TO CEASAREA