We are sad to announce the death from bone cancer of Colette Rowland on Wednesday 23rd June. Here Colette and Tony Rowland are pictured at the wedding of their daughter Rachel to Howard just before returning to the States after serving Antioch from 1980 till 1984.
This tribute is by Tom Bick .
I have many fond memories of Colette. I came over from Belgium with the Rowlands and lived with them in Shepherds Bush, 1980-81. I was Tony’s servant, but much of my time was spent driving Colette around London in the ‘chocolate van’ – a 1973 Bedford minibus.
Being French meant Colette was particular about food. I was also the assistant treasurer for the three Outreach households and given the task of keeping us all on budget; in those days money was very tight. I would spend many hours driving her to open air markets to find the best fresh produce. One time she got this great deal on 3 large bushels of gooseberries and thereafter we were treated to gooseberry pies, tarts, mousses or little bowls of 8 or 10 of them with cream – every dessert had a significant gooseberry presence. Personally I find even the best specimens not really fit for eating, being rather sour and sinewy. But we were usually hungry and polite enough to comply. After some weeks, with perhaps 2 bushels down and one to go, we had a lovely Lord’s Day meal and were perhaps hoping for chocolate cake to follow, when Colette appeared triumphantly, unveiling a large gooseberry pie with whole gooseberries dotting the circumference and one in the middle. At that moment I could almost hear a camel’s back breaking somewhere – I’d had enough: starving as I was, there was no way I was going to let another gooseberry pass my lips. When, as graciously as I could, I declined a slice, Colette was genuinely surprised. But shortly after this the gooseberries disappeared for good.
I’m poking fun at Colette as I often did in her presence and I’m sure she would laugh too because she could laugh at herself. Colette was so full of life and it was completely infectious. Any non-Christian guests who came over didn’t have a chance. One Cambridge student friend of her son, Jonathan, came for a meal and Colette, who was no academic, was telling him stories of God’s goodness. At one point the young man stopped her and asked “You’re not trying to convert me, are you?” Now I would’ve turned red and denied it, but Colette didn’t miss a beat and shot back “Of course I am! So you can go out and convert others too”. Completely disarmed, he just laughed and the stories continued.
I remember Colette as a devoted wife and mother who made great sacrifices to follow the Lord and look after others. On our rides together, she often asked me questions about the Bible or theology – me! (I was about 1/3 her age at the time.) She would listen intently to my (pompous) answers – amazing. Despite chronic health problems, she seemed always cheerful. In fact I can’t really think of anyone who smiled and laughed as much as Colette. She loved well and gave great consolation and hope to thousands – one by one.
So au revoir, Colette. May your joy now be complete. - Tom Bick
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