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IN MY FATHER'S GARDEN

Do not mortals have hard service on earth?

Are not their days like those
of hired labourers?

Who lives truly in the fear of the Lord?

Verily...

...the subjects of the kingdom...

...will be thrown outside
into the outer darkness.

Let the shadow of death stain them.

Let the blackness
of the day terrify them.

Amen.

So shall it be
at the end of the age.

God's angels will come...

...and separate the wicked
from the righteous.

The wicked shall be cast
into the furnace of fire.

There shall be wailing...

...and gnashing of teeth.

Blessed are those
unblemished of heart

who the Lord's law
sincerely do observe

blessed those that day or night

ponder on the will He doth impart
and Him do serve...

Hans!

SIEVEZ NURSERY

- Hey, Ruben.
- Those cyclamen are nice, dad.

- We'll make lots of money with them.
- You bet.

- These are the last ones.
- This is the last one.

- Where do you want the ferns?
- Why would I want ferns?

You ordered them.

- Athyriums.
- I didn't order any ferns, I don't want ferns.

Leen, put in baby's breath.
We have to get rid of it.

Go and get the cyclamen.

How about some cyclamen?

- Is that the bouquet for Concordia?
- Yes, it is.

They're beautiful. First class.

I buy all that small stuff from
the sheltered workshop, Sievez.

Leen, when that's finished
put it in his tray.

You can't match the price
of those retards.

If you pass by Concordia anyway
can you drop off this bouquet?

That's a huge detour.

They're Waiting for it.

Dear oh dear.

Mum has dinner ready.

- Mr. Wieland, the bill.
- Don't worry about it, Sievez.

Next time, OK?
Can't you see I'm busy?

Come on.

How did it go?

He didn't want the ferns,
nor the cyclamen.

- Did he pay the bill?
- Not yet.

Those cyclamen don't sell.

Next time don't leave until he pays you.

Hans.

Hans Sievez.

How did you get in here?

You have a gap in your hedge.
I crawled through it.

I was at the cemetery next door.
You have very quiet neighbours.

Until Judgment Day, in any case.

If you want some plants...

- You can have them for free.
- Cyclamen.

Also known as alpine violets.

How was it again?

Multiply through seeds and cuttings.
Tuberous plants.

Pigs love them.

Boskoop.

National Horticultural College.

I'm Mieras. Jozef Mieras.

What's in that case?

What are you going to palm off on me?

Are you happy, Hans?

If it's about faith, I've got one. Sorry.

- In church every Sunday.
- That wasn't the question.

The question was: Are you happy?

This was my choice, Jozef Mieras.

I have a wife, a child.

Yes, I'm happy.

Pretty wife.

And a nice kid.

And another one on the Way.

Now tell me what you're doing here.

Are you here to ask funny questions?
To spy on us? To harass my wife?

No, Hans, no.

I heard you lived here and then...

...I had to think about that day
you were picked up from school.

When you heard about your father.

Hans?

What are you doing?

- When?
- This afternoon.

- What did he say?
- "Oh, Mrs. Sievez..."

- He knew your name?
- Yes.

He noticed my belly
and went like this with his arms.

- He looked at your belly?
- Everyone does, Hans.

Outside, everywhere, everyone.
It's a nice belly.

And he started to sing.

What, a psalm or something?

Mother dear, mother dear
if only it could be like yesteryear.

What did you do?

At first I thought:
I have no change to give him.

And then I thought it was funny.

Here.

That's him.

He's next to you.

How come you never sing to me?

That's no fun for anyone.

Come.

Come to mother dear.

Are you tired?

Remember where we left off.

We'll continue tomorrow.

Hans.

Chlorophytum.

Leave the small ones, nip off the big ones,
they've already got roots, then repot.

But of course you know all that.

Why are you here?

I'm on my way to a
deathbed in Bunnik and...

...I fear I may have confused you
last night, mentioning your father.

Yes... your father.

Nice job, gravedigger.

But God took him away just like that.

- Didn't give him any choice.
- What happened to my father...

Hans.

These are awful things for a son.

God's angels will come...

...and separate the wicked
from the righteous.

Hans?

You're ice cold.

It's nothing.

Why are you sitting here?

What are you reading?

Yuck!

"The fight is hard to
the end, and should be."

"Hard and unbearable as death itself.
Satan is there till the end."

- I found it among the shrubs.
- Hans, please!

Hell and damnation!

Margje, it's tough. That is our lot.

A continuous battle.

Throw it away. We're out of the
Middle Ages. We believe on Sundays.

Once a week to church?

Like everyone else.

God's angels will come and separate
the wicked from the righteous.

The wicked shall be cast
into the furnace of fire.

There shall be wailing
and gnashing of teeth.

Until we, humbly...

...surrender to his loving guidance...

...and we, his children...

...return home as sheep in his flock.

Following Him, in fullest confidence,
as sheep led by the shepherd.

On our way to the lush,
evergreen pastures...

...of the Heavenly future.

Amen.

Parishioners...

...the offertory will be collected
during the prelude to the closing hymn...

...to support mission work
among the Papua New Guineans.

That's the limit.

Hans, don't!

It means nothing, this church.

A pile of bricks, that's what it is.

I happened to be around.

You know, Hans, the true faith
doesn't rule in churches.

Not in any church.

It's a place for showy preachers,
for lazy minds, a refuge for heretics.

You know, the word "church"...

...isn't even mentioned in the Bible.

Neither in the Old nor the New Testament.

Nowhere.

Of course you're upset
by what happened to your father.

You really let him down.

I...

I want you to leave.

You're not happy, Hans.

Not really.

The happiness you've found is fleeting.

But you will have to choose:
small happiness...

...here and now with your wife,
flowers, children...

...or eternal salvation in the hereafter.

Your father didn't have time
to prepare himself for Judgement Day.

But you do.

You have a choice.

Read, Hans.

Read and hurry.

Let me see. Smijtegeld, you old preacher,
where are you? Here.

Look, these are the collected sermons of
the Reverend Smijtegeld from Middelburg.

This is The Imitation of Christ
by Thomas à Kempis.

Read it aloud
or you won't understand a thing.

And this is The Consuming Fire.

A little gem by our own preacher Steffen.

For you, 15 guilders,
but you can pay me later.

Yes... Huib Steffen.

That's the next step.

I've got to go.

Deathbed.

Hans.

You're awake.

You owe me an explanation.

Turn around, I'm over here.

I couldn't stand that parson anymore.

God is...

God is stern. God is clear.

He punishes. He helps.

He's not some sock-knitting shepherd
we follow like meekly grazing sheep.

All Will be well and no one
will go crashing down the ravine.

It's not like that.

It doesn't work like that.

Stern. Clear.

I prefer stern and clear.

You want a God like your father was.

Very good son,
the small stuff goes at the front.

Now go and ask Mum for that cash till.

She's over at the neighbours.

Is your dad strong or what?

Not as strong as Samson.

- Says who?
- I do.

- He killed a lion with his bare hands.
- But could he lug pots around?

Brother Sievez.

Hi, little man.

This is a day full of blessings, Hans.
I've got big news.

Steffen wants to see you.

Ruben, listen.

Daddy will be back soon.
It's important.

You mind the stall while I'm gone.
You can do that.

You know the prices, right?

Single type bouquets, mixed bouquets.
Asparagus leaf two cents extra.

- And you can always ask Mum.
- Shall I tell her?

No, don't.

All right? See you later.

What did you tell Steffen about me?

A seeker.

That's what I said.
Hans Sievez is a little seeker.

Brother Steffen.

Hans Sievez.

Mr. Steffen.

Brother Steffen, I...

I'm reading your book
on the Last Judgement.

Describe yourself, brother Sievez.

I've got a nursery garden.

I'm married.

We're expecting our second child
in five Weeks' time.

I know this.
Tell me about the state of your soul.

I'm...

I read, but it's...

I don't know, it's...

God prefers to work in darkness.
Let Him do His work on you.

My mother is...

I was nine.

Without her everything changed.
My dad and I... No.

He was stern. Orthodox.

Always carried his little Bible.

One day I ran away.

Did you? Turn. Change.
This is what I want to hear. Continue.

The police called my school.

The National Horticultural College.
I was taken from the classroom and...

My dad had had an accident at work.

An accident?

He'd slipped and fallen into a grave
he had been digging.

He'd suffocated.

Suffocated from the clay.

And I...

I wasn't there.

I've never told Margje this.

My wife...

You are scared.

Of...?

If I follow this road...
I don't want to lose her.

Being scared is good.
Fear is the beginning of change.

"For those who love God
everything else is worth less."

- We're expected in Giessendam.
- A death?

Thanksgiving service.

Remember, brother:

The Spirit does its work.

Hans.

Mr. Neighbour.

She's in hospital.
Your son found her in the kitchen.

I called the doctor
and Jos drove her there.

- No one knew where you were.
- Where's Ruben?

He's there too, Waiting for us.

Daddy.

I'm here.

Sweetheart.

She's so beautiful.

She's perfect.

As if she's asleep.

I was so scared I'd lose everything,
you and Ruben...

No, that won't happen.

I love you.

"For those who love God
everything else is worth less."

Go and look at her, in the next room.

Talk to her. She's our child.

Lisa.

She wanted so much to stay With us.

What have I done Wrong?

Burning all that coal is making us poor.

We're up to four sacks a week.

And the real winter is yet to come.

Next Week it will be even colder
according to the forecast.

Wait. Look up.

Do you think it's a punishment?

Did we do something wrong
and did God punish us for it?

Did He think: I'll make that little doll
of theirs stillborn. That'll teach them?

- You mustn't think that way.
- But things don't happen without a reason?

- No.
- And there's a meaning to everything?

Yes.

You have to explain it.

You know more about God than I do.

It's about time I benefited from
all those books and sermons you read.

What happened to us with Lisa...

It's not in those books of yours, is it.

Sometimes God puts people to the test.

And He happened to pick us?
Is that what you mean?

No.

- It's all just a coincidence?
- There's no such thing.

The doctor in the hospital said:
"These things happen."

"Some babies die at birth
and we don't know why."

Which is very sad, but it's true.

We're not giving up, Hans.

Today is good.

Yes. It has to be today.

Ruben will be home at a quarter past four.

Yes, Father.

It's me.

Hans Sievez, your son.

Yes, Father. It's me.

Hans Sievez, your son.

Oh, Father...

Daddy, dinner's ready.

Daddy?

What's Wrong?

Daddy?

Dad?

There's blood.

Mum!

Dad has seen God.

Dad's been working too hard.

The hands have stopped at 15:40.

Make sure you don't lose any parts.

Hans!

Come.

Don't worry, brother.
An honest man has nothing to fear.

Brother Sievez.

Welcome, welcome.

This is brother Sievez.

Brother Sievez has been granted
the great miracle:

God has made Himself known to him.

Brother Steffen doesn't want children
at the verification.

Did you verily behold the Christ?

Look at me, brother,
and answer me sincerely.

For lies are abhorrent to the Lord.

I'll ask you once again, brother:

Did you verily behold the Christ?

I did see light.

Speak up, brother, so all may hear.

And I heard the wailing of the dead.

I heard His voice. His voice.

And he called out...

...my name.

Hans...

...Sievez, the voice said.

That's what the voice said,
it said: "Hans Sievez".

And there was a pillar of light,
shining down from heaven...

...onto me.

The Book of Books also speaks
of false gods...

...of sly whisperings and false deceptions.

No. No.

This was no deception.

He took me by the scruff of the neck...

...and flung me to the ground.

And I found him.

My son found me.

Ruben found me.

At 15:40 p.m., as his broken watch said.

I was lying prostrate, I was beside myself.

"And when I saw Him..."

"...I feel at his feet as though dead."

With blood on his head.

The Lord now bless you

from above

from Zion in

his boundless love

our God, who made

both earth and sky

praise be to Him

the Lord most high.

Yes, I should've told you. You're right.

It's a bit late now.
And taking Ruben with you.

I wanted to come.

- I should've asked you.
- Yes.

- But Would you have said yes?
- No.

Dad was very important.

You begrudge me this.

Come.

Margje, I was standing there...

...I had to step forward,
I was questioned...

...then all those people sang to me.

And I... I was moved.

- It was vanity.
- No.

One meeting with God
and it's gone to your head.

I'm sorry.

I really was moved...

...which has never happened to me
during all those years in church.

I was really...

I was happy.

You were happy.

And what about me?

Or did you think I would be happy here?

On my own. At home.

You thought: She can read
one of my books of sermons.

Show me.

- What did you buy recently?
- Don't.

Just go ahead.

We've got money to spend.
I don't need anything.

And Ruben can go to school
for another year with his worn-out shoes.

When can I join in, Hans?

Everything will change now.

I'm seeing the doctor tomorrow,
but I know. I'm sure.

Really?

God's will.

"How great is thy goodness..."

"...which thou hast
wrought for them that..."

"...which thou hast wrought for them that fear
thee... for them that take refuge in thee..."

"...before the..." that's not important.
But this is, listen.

"Love the Lord, all you his saints!"

"For the Lord preserveth the faithful."

You see. So if only you believe in Him...

...then, then... then he will preserve us.

Faith is a gift.

It's a present from God, really.

All we have to do, is unwrap it. So...

- You understand?
- Not really.

It's not that difficult, once you get it.
Faith comes from God and...

Hans. You're not a preacher.

Growing flowers, that's
what you're good at.

- Very good.
- I have to get used to it, it's the first time.

- Does it have to be this long?
- We'll have our own Sunday service.

- Can't you tell the story of Samson?
- I guess I could.

She's kicking.

A Sunday service at home with two children.

A boy and a girl.

I'll get you, come here...

Teacher trainees smell!

8 YEARS LATER

You smell of the city.

Take that back, you rascal.

Brothers.

- Tommie! Ruben!
- We give them lines:

Come inside.

- It's boring, I don't want to.
- Too bad for you.

And bless us too, oh Lord,
by the reading of your Word.

Open our hearts to the bread
that doesn't perish...

...but will continue to nourish us
until your Second Coming. Amen.

Margje, some more soup.

"A good wife is like a
crown to her husband."

Wait...

Here.

- I'm sorry, Jozef.
- It's all right.

Here...

I can't go on.

It's the same every Sunday,
all that prattling and preaching.

And I'm Walking my legs off
to feed them all.

Tommie falls asleep and
Ruben stays away if he can.

He has to study.

A service at home among ourselves, with
just the four of us, that's how we started.

But you have to get all these people in.

- So what do you want?
- You know that.

Impossible.

It's impossible what you want.

You want me to send them away?

Impossible.

Wait!

The shutters!

The shutters.

Ruben!

Tommie!

Hold it. Keep it down. Down!

Leave it, leave it.

Go inside!

Let me do it.

Did you hurt yourself?

What is this?

What is this!

Sievez!

You know me!

Why all this destruction?

Why this destruction?

Why?

Why this?

Hey, neighbour.

Did you order this weather?

Too bad, son.

Storm damage, hail damage.

It's all an Act of God.

It's real bad luck.

I'm glad my car wasn't outside.
It would've been flooded.

I Would've had a
swimming pool for the girls.

Sheet glass. I get it from my
brother-in-law who lives in Hasselt.

30 to 40 percent cheaper.

Timber, metal. I've
got two sheds full of it.

It's all been ruined.

A bit more positive, Hansie.

I'm a building contractor, I've got loads
of guys wanting to work for me.

And they're all professionals.

I have to do it myself.

I'm sorry?

It's my punishment.
I'm going to do it myself.

Punishment? What do you mean?

You know what?

I'll have the biggest mess removed
tomorrow. This doesn't look pretty.

Don't worry about the money, Hansie.
What are neighbours for?

Can you find it?

Yes.

Second drawer, with the bank statements.
Have you got the key?

Hans?

What is it?

Nothing.

I'll have a look. It's a blue folder
with all the policies.

It's not there.

There is no policy.

Not anymore.

I cancelled the glass insurance.

A couple of months ago.

As well as those two small policies.

You're out of your mind.

At the advice of that Mieras, I'll bet.

"Put your faith in the Lord."

- Now what do we do?
- The neighbour will help me.

Neighbour Jos?

- Your good friend Jos?
- I have no choice.

Of course you have a choice.

You listen to Jos, to Mieras,
to those other cockroaches.

I'm your wife. You listen to
every idiot around, but not to me.

Margje, you can't just...

You tell Ruben when he's here.

- Tommie?
- Where will you go?

You know what your problem is?
You go looking for it.

You want lightning to strike you.

Tommie, come.

There's a couple of guys in a truck
on the way.

Here in half an hour.

Each life has its trials.

I'm busy.

See it as a purification.

I have to clear up this mess.

Think of Job, brother.
He had a hard time of it too.

But he didn't blame the Lord in any way.

Yeah, good one.

Job who scraped himself with a potsherd.

Hansie!

Admit it: As if no storm
ever raged here, right?

Now listen to What I've been thinking.

That green over there, behind those shrubs,
that is our garden.

Now imagine, from those shrubs
to that line of trees...

...a two to three metre long strip.

That would be exactly what I need.

I'm not selling anything.

Margje and I have had to slog so hard
to buy this plot of land.

It is ours and it will stay ours.

It was just an idea, Hansie.

Swimming pool for the girls...

I hear you're pretty religious.

I do my best.

Don't be embarrassed.

I was an altar boy.

But you get older...

...you outgrow your shirt,
you outgrow your shorts.

I'm gonna take a piss.

I had this put here for this very purpose.

There's another one over there, for guests.

A lawsoniana.

A cypress.

Play the scholar if you like.

- You know what I think?
- Tell me, Job.

I mean Jos.

I've got a little idea.

I do you a favour, you do me a favour...

...we leave our wallets closed,
as Christians among each other.

Then you're saved, and I'm saved.

It's good for both of us.

It would be a strange world, otherwise.

It's strange enough as it is, Hansie.

Do you have any idea where she is?

I thought it leaked oil, but...

...it's okay.

It's average for a 2 CV.

Here we are, the nurseryman
and the schoolteacher to be.

Do you realize how difficult you are
for those around you?

I don't think I'm difficult.

Mum does.

- Can't she talk herself?
- Of course she can.

But she needs someone who listens.

Am I a nuisance to you too?

No.

Except when you bleated in church.

Dad.

Dad. About Mum.

Daddy!

Say what you Want to say.

Don't hesitate. Be clear.

I'm going to have less cut flowers.

Too laborious.
I've only got one pair of hands.

No more ferns.
They take up too much time.

- But you love ferns.
- Because there's nothing more difficult.

They grow so slowly. They're like people.

I don't want them around anymore,
those men.

No.

- But Mieras is...
- Hans.

All right.

I promise.

1427 guilders in unpaid bills.

- Some of these are two years old.
- Wieland, he's the worst.

Always the last one to pay us.

740 guilders. That's more than half
the total amount.

Hi Sievez, got rid of the carrier bike?

Guys, did we order something from Sievez?

I don't think so.

I'm not bringing anything, Wieland.

I've come to get something.

Some of these bills are two years old.

As you can see, I'm busy.

740 guilders and 15 cents.

In a fortnight, at the end of the month...

Now!

Well, I guess...

...I'll assume...

...you added it all up correctly, Sievez.

A religious man like you.

Oh, dear.

730 guilders.

740 guilders.

And 15 cents.

Get out of here.

15 cents!

Get the hell out!

You know what? Keep it.

Hans?

What is this?

We've lost a client...

...but he'll never forget this one.

Sweetheart.

8 YEARS LATER

Dad!

Coming for a swim?

Where are your swimming trunks?

- What are you doing?
- I'm helping Jos.

Want a drink?

Tom!

The music. Can you turn it down a bit?

It's good for your flowers.
Makes them grow faster.

I'll see What I can do.

Thanks.

Hans, come. They're here.

Hello darling.
You're looking radiant as ever.

- How was Paris? Did you have a good time?
- It Was great.

What's keeping that man?

- Hi, honey.
- Hi, Mum.

- Hans! It's Ruben and Johanna.
- What's that music?

We don't hear that anymore.

There you are.

How are you?

They come up with something new
every few months.

New diving tower,
happy hour, spring festival.

You should whack that guy Jos.

- Yes.
- Like you did Wieland.

Hi, Johanna.

Hi. Got your bikini With you?

Tom, where were you?
Have you eaten?

We're all swimming
and Jos has fireworks.

- Are you coming too?
- Are you nuts?

Everyone's invited and drinks are for free.

Look at that!

Always a miracle to see that...

Beautiful.

Where did Hans go?

He's reading.

With cotton wool in his ears.
An old sermon from 1660 or thereabouts.

Oh, Father...

...who feeds all of life.

Crown our table with thy blessing.

Feed and give us to drink of all this...

...obtained from your mild hand.

Teach us to avoid excess.

That we behave like we should.

Make us exercise the heavenly things.

Strengthen our souls by thy Word.

Amen.

Bonjour madame, bonjour monsieur.

Whose is that ravishing smell?

Is that you, Ruben, or is it your fiancée?

What is it? Chanel?

Mon Chou?

La chat de ma tante?

It's le chat, Tommie.

You behave, all right?

- This is really good.
- Mum makes it from our own berries.

Johanna, what is it you study in Leiden?

- She's told you a hundred times.
- Classics. I'm nearly finished.

And are you a bit... Christian?

I mean...

...on a scale from 1 to Hans?

- Maybe Ruben wants to read today.
- No, can I? It's a special occasion.

Isaiah 8, verse 1.

Then the Lord said to me:

Take a large tablet and write on it...

...in common characters:
Swift is the booty, speedy is the prey.

Dear parishioners. Who understands
these last few sentences?

"Swift is the booty, speedy is the prey."

No one has a clue, I tell you.

Not even Johanna, our pretty clever clogs.

- All right, Tommie. Enough.
- Tom. No.

What sadist Wrote a Bible
that no normal person...

Shut up, you brat.

The Bible is all my father reads.

Bible sermons, commentaries. That's why
he doesn't see what's going on around him.

- Shut up.
- Why is there no normal language?

- Shut up.
- It's all mumbo jumbo to a child...

Shut up!

Tommie, dear.

The lesson has ended.

Left hand.

Go like this.

Squeeze hard.

Yes. Undo your top buttons.

Turn around.

- Did you see Tom at all?
- Tom? No. I don't know where he is.

Margje.

I'll take care of the nursery.

And if I have a question...

"Love is patient."

"Love is kind."

"Love does not envy."

"Love does not boast."

"It is not proud."

"It does not hurt any feelings."

"It is not self-seeking."

"It is not resentful."

"It thinks no evil."

"It does not rejoice in iniquity."

"But it rejoices in the truth."

Fine words.

This one?

No.

This one?

No, not that one.

Thomas à Kempis is what I need.

You can throw away the rest.

No, give them to the parson.

The Reverend Laarman?

What should I tell him?

Tell him that.

There's another thing.

No, two things.

Tell me.

A blanket chest.

At the bottom is a package...

...with a piece of string around it.

This size.

And the second thing?

Marry Johanna.

Yes.

Yes, I will.

He always had it with him.

Always.

It's all in there.

All those texts he used to read,
all through his life.

This bible, it's my dad.

It's all there is.

Ruben, I don't know
how much time I have left.

My dad had no time at all.

I have to...

Here.

I want you to Warn him.

Mieras? Are you sure?

I need him.

What about Mum?

I'm asking you.

What should I do with this?

Give it to Tom.

Tom has left, dad.

Coffee.

We have visitors.

Mr. Mieras.

Mrs. Sievez.

This is brother Steffen.

We're here to lend succour to your husband
in these difficult hours.

We have heard his call.

Sweetheart, look who's here.

Brother Sievez.

Hans.

Mr. Mieras, gentlemen, I don't know if...

Thank you, Mrs. Sievez.
You can leave it to us.

I will find the words for you, brother.

Say after me:

Oh Lord, I am weak.

Oh Lord...

Oh Lord, I am weak.

I'm not a man, I am a Worm.

I'm...

...not a man...

...I am a worm.

In me is the joyful impulse
to give everything.

In me...

In me is the joyful impulse
to give everything.

...is the joyful impulse...

To give everything.

...to give everything.

I will bring distress on men,
that they will stumble like the blind...

...for they have sinned against the Lord.

And your blood will
be poured out like dust.

Where have you been?

I can't handle dying.

...for they have sinned against the Lord.

And your blood will
be poured out like dust.

And your flesh as dung.

Madness.

Amen.

You look like a tramp.

You can't die looking like this.

No.

- Please!
- No.

Mrs. Sievez, surely you know
that it is forbidden for the dying...

...to look upon the face
of an unconverted person?

- Just for one moment.
- We must keep the devil at bay.

The harder the struggle,
the lighter it will be in Eternity.

Don't forget: Satan is there till the end.

There is little time left.
It could happen today.

Weakness is not allowed.

No family, no relatives, no tears.

Brothers.

Brothers...

Oh Lord, our God.

Great and Merciful One, we beg you:

Oh Lord, soften this stubborn heart
of brother Sievez.

Christ, intercede with
the Almighty Father...

...for this great sinner...

...this man of little faith.

Be taken up and thrown
into the sea of glass.

Believe thou, brother Sievez...

...or thou shalt be thrown
into the outer darkness...

...where there is Wailing...

...and gnashing of teeth.

Dear Hans.

Amen.

I love you.

Dad is ours again.

Our life is like grass that grows
without aim or purpose.

May your dying day be your happiest day.

Hans.

Little Hans Sievez.

I will arrange the funeral.

And I Will decide the inscription
on his headstone.

Passed away in the Lord.

Those are the words I like best.

I always stayed in love With him.

Things were always good
between your dad and me.

Very good.

Always.