I met the cuoco family when I was just 21, I'm now 67, brother Joe was my pastor and I loved him and his family like they were my family. Thru the years even tho miles apart we would be in contact. He and Herborg were wonderful and would call and pray for my mom and our family. I loved that he cared enough to remember us. I have many fond memories of spending time at their home and having fun with all of their kids. I still laugh when Horberg would say "I don't understand why my kids don't want these chicken hotdogs" we laughed, cried and prayed for one another thru these years. They leave a hole in our hearts, but worth the blessing of knowing and loving them. He is where he's been waiting to be, at Jesus feet and praising his savior. Love and prayers for you Horberg and each one of your family. ❤️🙏🫂 joanne pardine brown
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My condolences to the Cuoco family. What a faithful servant Pastor Joe was. I served under Pastor Joe for 2 years as the Youth Pastor at Clayton Assembly of God Church in Clayton New Jersey and saw first hand his faithful ministering to the saints. Faithfully we met Monday-Friday for early morning prayer and worship. We'd then go over and have Breakfast at the parsonage, that Herborg had prepared. There was no pretense about Pastor Joe, for he treated everyone with the greatest of respect. Over my 50 years as a Christian and involvement with different Pastors, I have never met a Pastor that made such an effort to visit every member of his flock in their homes. Visitation was a priority that he instilled in me.
I can see Pastor Joe now, with his guitar singing worship before Jesus Christ our Lord. We'll done thy good and faithful servant.
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Joe was the nicest person I ever met. Oink Oink.
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Remembering a man who lived and loved well, our years together at ALWC, his enthusiasm, love of music and the Word. He made a huge impact on our lives and sure he is playing his guitar and waving the white hankerchief in heaven now! Prayers for your family as you grieve his loss on earth.
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I’ll never forget Li, Sara and I - struggle 20 something’s - we had very little money. We were trying to keep the lights on at our townhouse, but definitely didn’t keep the heat on in the dead of winter. We had this grand idea that we could not put propane in the tank and survive the cold. We would bundle up with blankets. It was FREEZING. Mr Cuoco was NOT HAVING IT. He was ready to contact every parent and church leader we had to find out why we were not doing this. He knew it was imperative to get it going. Scared us right into coming up with the funds and we got that heat on faster than anyone could snap their fingers. He wasn’t my dad but I respected him like he was. He loved all of us well. He will be missed! Love you all! 💔❤️
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Desde Veracruz, México. Mis condolencias, un gran hombre de Dios fue nuestro amado hermano Joe. Siempre lo recuerdo desde niña, recuerdo la pasión por servir a Dios que él mostraba.
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My first memory of Pastor Cuoco is of him taking a tiny decorative hat off the wall, putting it on his head and skipping through the den singing something about wearing his Easter bonnet to make me laugh. He got a stern (but with a smile) “Joseph! What are you doing! Put that back!” for his antics. The next time he did it, I warned him “You’re going to get in trouble!” but he did it anyway - again and again to make me smile.
He was kind, compassionate and full of encouragement - even if that “encouragement” was telling you how “healthy” you looked when you were mid-bite of what had promised to be the best piece of lasagna you’d ever eaten! He questioned my choices - “You’re going out in that skirt?!” (I was 26) and reminded me of simple truths - “Nothing good happens after 11:00pm!” (I was 31).
There are more memories than time to tell … but my absolute favorite was Saturday morning coffee. Whether it was in PJs because I slept over or because I walked in the door and everyone was still at the table, the coffee, the conversation, just being present with him is what I miss most of all.
He had a way of truly seeing people and loving them right where they were. I can’t think of anyone who would be more excited to meet Jesus or who deserves to hear “Well done good and faithful servant!” more.
Until we meet again ❤️
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To Herborg and the entire family, we are saddened to hear of the passing of our friend and Pastor. For the brief time that we spent here I look forward to all eternity together. A wonderful man of faith and a dear brother in the Lord. He lived what he preached, kinship & oikos.
Well done Pastor Joe,
Bob & Gail Long
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RIP ❤️Joe. You wash not only my brother in law to me and my wife. You wash a reel brother. We have several meetings when you and Herborg (my sister) was here in Norway. A good time. Then you and i was in Greenland. There i learn a lot from you, spesielt (Norwegian) about the Holy Spirit and how he works. And i now, Joe, we shall meets again some glorious day in Heaven. May your memory always be to blessings.
Astrid and Karl Henry
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My father was a man of love, faith, and truth. He was the first man I ever loved, and he loved me deeply and well. His bold declaration of the redemptive work of Jesus reached far beyond himself, touching lives around the world. What a powerful legacy he leaves behind.
Thank you Daddy for all you’ve given… for how you were always there, in good or bad, unwavering in your love. There’s so much I will miss - to much to list- but for now I’ll say what you always said to me: “mantere da forte” - and I returned: A cosi ti dico burare“
I’ll be bold and strong dad. Until we meet again xo I love you 10x10 to the 100th power!
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Where do I begin to tell the story of how great a man can be..Pastor Joe he was my whole family’s Spiritual Father and an Amazing man of God. My dear father after he met and talked with Pastor Joe ..he was in church every Sunday same chair right up front to listen to Pastor Joe preach. RIP you will live on in our hearts forever 🙏❤️
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In some ways Uncle Joe led to my existence since he was the minister at my parents' wedding and prayed at the altar for them to have children. What I'll remember most about him is he was someone who could always lift your spirits. He made you feel good about yourself, and that's a rare ability. His care and concern was genuine and pure. But he possessed a mischievous side as well, and I loved his hearty sense of humor. I am grateful he had such an enriching life and will sorely miss all the beautiful qualities he brought to our family.
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It is no coincidence that the Lord Jesus honored His loving and faithful servant by taking Dad home on Passover; the same day the Lord gave His life for our sins.
Dad is wise because the Holy Scriptures (Bible) say “he who wins souls is wise” (Proverbs 11:30). Saying “Dad IS” is not a mistake in grammar. It reflects reality because “God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have EVERLASTING LIFE!”
Dad didn’t die. He simply moved to a FAR better location.
That is the Gospel, which Dad was/is so passionate about!
Dad was wise and knew that ONLY faith in Jesus can save souls! In Dad’s honor, whom I dearly love, I invite anyone and everyone to pray to Jesus. Tell Him you are sorry for all your sins and that you want HIM to be the Lord of your life, from this moment onward!
Then start talking to Him and studying His Word, the Bible, daily. You don’t need any intermediaries, priests or anyone else. Just you and your Creator!
Although I will miss him greatly, I KNOW one day I will join him and we will delight, together, in our Savior’s glorious presence and the unimaginably beautiful dwellings He has prepared for each and every one of His children!
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Dear beloved Pop-pop.
Thank you for who you were to us. You were such a kind and loving person.
You met everyone with a warm and generous heart.
You were faithful in your belief. You spoke openly and courageously about your faith, a true role model.
We are left with so many precious memories. Mornings with coffee and cookies, long meaningful conversations around the kitchen table. Times where we sang together, and also fall asleep to the sound of you sitting in the livingroom singing and playing the guitar. You were always genuinely interested in our lives, and you made each of us feel seen and valued.
We will miss you deeply. At the same time, we are grateful, because we know you have only gone ahead of us. The hope of meeting you again brings us comfort.
Thank you for everything you were to us, dear pop pop.
You will always have a special place in our hearts.
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My Dad. My Hero.
The man who taught me, encouraged me, believed in me, and loved me with a strength only a father could give.
I will miss our heart-to-heart talks, our laughter, our breakfasts & coffee together, and our trips to the lake house. I’ll miss so many of the little moments that meant everything to me. But most of all, I’ll miss knowing you were always just a phone call away.
You were my pillar of strength, my steady place, my hero.
I hold onto the promise we will be together again in Heaven.
I love you, Dad—10×10 to the 100th power.
Love, Laila Nicola
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Joe Cuoco was a dear friend and faithful servant of God. We will always remember the joyful worship and Bible studies we enjoyed together at VFCC. Heaven has gained a wonderful brother. Until we meet again Brother Joe ❤️
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Deeply loved and already fiercely missed; my hero, my father. Thank you, Dad, for your steadfast presence through every high and low in my life. I always knew I could count on you. You were always there to love me, teach me, guide me, talk with me, laugh with me, and pray with me. I will remember you every single day of my life. I miss you more than words can hold, and though I can’t imagine life without you, I hold onto the promise that I will see you again. You are the best dad anyone could ever have. I love you Dad, 10 × 10 to the hundredth power, forever and always.
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