My memory of Roger is that he was a man of prayer. I first met him when he and June bought my family home in London. That was an answer to prayer for both the Kennedy and the Andrews families. This North Finchley house, in London, would continue to be a house of prayer. When I was on home assignment, from Zambia, I visited the Kennedys a couple of times. We spent time in prayer. Roger was a man of wisdom too. After my parents died, I was unsure about returning overseas. Roger prayed that I would know the Lord’s will and direction. He suggested that I might work for SGM perhaps. I appreciated being able to talk things through and seek his counsel. The Lord led me back to Africa. I last saw Roger about neighteen months ago. He and June had just moved into residental care. Despite Roger’s physical weakness and onset of dementia, spiritually, he was at one with the Lord. He prayed so meaningfully. You knew that you were on holy ground. Roger will not be forgotten. I shall continue to remember and pray for you, June.
May the Lord give you peace.