Kenneth C. Rodgers, age 92, of Coppell, Texas (Kenoza Lake, New York), passed away June 10, 2025. He was born to the late Johnnie Virginia Rodgers and Virgil Robert Rodgers Sr., September 16, 1932, …
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Kenneth C. Rodgers, age 92, of Coppell, Texas (Kenoza Lake, New York), passed away June 10, 2025. He was born to the late Johnnie Virginia Rodgers and Virgil Robert Rodgers Sr., September 16, 1932, in Plainview, Texas. He graduated from Plainview High School. He went on to study at McMurry University in Abilene, Texas, where he studied three majors voice, English and history. After McMurry he went to Europe to study for a year. Next, he attended Yale University Seminary school to become a Methodist Minister and was ordained in 1958. He met his wife Marya on a blind date in 1957, and they were married in 1958. They had three children together, Robert, John and Thomas in that order. They were happily married for over 60 years, Marya passed away in 2019. Robert passed away at age 24 from a motorcycle accident and John passed in 2019 at age 58. He never lost his faith, not for a moment!
Kenneth served for over six First United Methodist churches, which spanned over 50 years. He started out at Mount Vernon, New York in 1958. Then he moved on to Oceanside, NY until 1965, followed by Central Valley, NY until 1973, Torrington, CT until 1992, Pleasantville, NY, until 1996 and finally two small churches in Sullivan County (Kauneonga Lake and Mongaup Valley Methodist) where he finally retired at age 76!
He is survived by his son Thomas Rodgers, granddaughter Olivia Cockerell and great-grandson Liam Cockerell (born May 26, he stuck around for this one!). Kenneth will be remembered for his strong faith in God, his love for people, ministering to the people that needed it most, his beautiful voice that he blessed many special events with, his record number of weddings, his record number of baptisms, his record number of funerals, his inspiring sermons, his commitment to the churches he severed, his love of collecting (autographs, photos, historical documents, antiques, you name it), his love for his family, comforting those who were in pain, praying for everyone and in his final six months he loved painting, which god gave him this gift to stay focused and happy for the rest of his days!