Kilpatrick, John F.

7/15/1972

JOHN F. KILPATRICK
1912-1972
 
On Saturday afternoon July 15, 1972, Rev. John F. Kilpatrick met with a tragic accident that took his life. While retrieving his golf ball from the rough at East Ridge Country Club, he was stung by a wasp to which he was highly allergic. He expired soon after he had reached the emergency room at Schumpert Hospital. John Kilpatrick’s death removed from our community and conference one of our most effective and beloved ministers. He was born in Troy, Alabama January 23, 1912. He received his college education at Emory and Henry College in Virginia and his seminary training at Perkins School of Theology, Dallas, Texas.
Bro. Kilpatrick was admitted on trial into the Louisiana Annual Conference in 1938. He served eight charges in the conference and one district. His effectiveness was indicated by his gradual promotion in the churches he served and the place of leadership he achieved.
John Kilpatrick was a “man for all seasons.” He was a blend of Mark Twain, Johnnie Cash, and Charles Wesley. His humor was infectious, his singing and picking--as he called it--was enjoyable and entertaining, and his preaching was convincing and challenging. The older people loved his visits, the younger people of the church responded to his leadership with enthusiasm, and adults in-between sought his counsel and judgment in solving their problems. He affirmed faith with creative work. He read, and lived, and sought the mind of Christ. This quest gave his ministry depth and meaning.
A loving wife and devoted companion, Sidney Clare, and two sons, John Fred, and Jerry, and one grandchild survive him. This shall ever be John’s requiem: A faithful servant of Jesus Christ, a loving husband and father, a wise counselor, a trusted friend, and a soul alive with humor and joy.
We can all say with Tennyson: “Ah Christ, that it were possible for one short hour to see the souls we loved, that they might tell us, what and where they be.” We shall await the jeweled dawn of that greater fellowship, when the dark mirrors of life become clear and beautiful as they reveal the immortals who have proceeded us.
Source: Journal Louisiana Conference, 1973; p. 126 By B. C. Taylor