Rev. Roger MCCOMBE

Male 1943 - 2003


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  • Name  Rev. Roger MCCOMBE 
    Prefix  Rev. 
    Born  12 Jul 1943  Lindsay, Ontario Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender  Male 
    Died  15 Sep 2003  [1
    Person ID  I25  Whittel Family Tree
    Last Modified  7 Sep 2016 

    Father  UNKNOWN MCCOMBE 
    Mother  Amelia Mildred Snoddon,   b. 14 Dec 1908, Mara Township Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 2000 
    Family ID  F9  Group Sheet

    Family  Gloria UNKNOWN 
    Children 
     1. Warren MCCOMBE
     2. Ryan MCCOMBE
    Last Modified  7 Sep 2016 
    Family ID  F10  Group Sheet

  • Sources 
    1. [S6] obituary, Globe & Mail.
      McCOMBE o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-09-16 published
      McCOMBE, Reverend Roger? William
      I, The Reverend Roger William McCOMBE, died on Monday September 15, 2003 at the age of 60. With non-Hodgkin's lymphoma in my life for some years, I am grateful for the lessons cancer gave me, and the new priorities it brought my way. I need to say good-bye for now to my wife, Gloria, who taught me the theology of love, and whose care and support supplied me with the ballast to carry out my careers as a teacher, a priest, and a police chaplain. She will never know how much she meant, means, and will always mean to me. I want to thank my elder son, Warren, for teaching me the theology of hope. He hasn't always taken the easiest routes, but I am so proud that he has found his niche in the world of plumbing. I want to thank my younger son, Ryan, for his lessons in the theology of music. His wise tinkling of the ivories has afforded me more pleasure than he can imagine. I also want to thank him for bringing Krista into my life and our family. Finally, I want to thank all of my colleagues and Friends throughout my life and career for sharing with me the theology of Friendship. Whatever I gave to you, you have returned to me many times over. My body is to be cremated, and the ashes will be buried beside my mother, who was my philosophical guide. There will be a memorial service on Saturday September 20, 2003 at 10: 00 am at Central United Church, Woodstock, Ontario (at the corner of Riddell and Adelaide Streets). It will be a service of music, memories, and good-byes. If you wish to memorialize our time together and our Friendship, you are invited to make a donation to the Rev. Roger W. McCombe Trust Fund of Central United Church (my spiritual home for some years now). I place no restrictions on the Trust Fund, except that it be used for ''people'' in a way the church might not otherwise have been able to afford. Such memorial gifts may be made through the R.D. Longworth Funeral Home, 845 Devonshire Ave., Woodstock, N4S 8Z4 (519-539-0004), or Central United Church, c/o Ellen Town, 32 Riddell Street, Woodstock, Ontario N4S 6M1 (519-537-2373).
      ''Some great moments occur from time to time in life. When you do all you can to enable others to have great moments, you'll be blessed with some matchless moments yourself''
      (For those great moments in your life, which you allowed me to enter and share with you, I thank you. For those matchless moments with which I have been blessed in return, I thank God)
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      McCOMBE o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-12-10 published
      Roger William McCOMBE
      By Carole L. WHITE/WHYTE, Gloria McCOMBE Wednesday, December 10, 2003 - Page A28
      Husband, father, educator, police chaplain. Born July 12, 1943, in Lindsay, Ontario Died September 15 in Woodstock, Ontario, of non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, aged 60.
      I first met Roger when he was 29 and I was in his Grade 10 classes at Espanola High. This was years before he would be awarded status of master teacher from the Thames Valley District School Board, but he was already a brilliant teacher. Roger held a degree in classics and one in theology from the University of Toronto and he was born to play the role of Greek philosopher. The classroom was his stage and he liked to remind us often that the Greeks had been there, done that and figured it all out for us. His very first students in Lindsay remember hilarious chariot races, his students in Espanola remember his Greek soldier costume, and his students in Ingersoll remember Roger every year when an award in his name is given to honour the student who best learned to think with both head and heart.
      But I remember how he taught his classes. He never lectured, he understood instinctively that a teacher leads and that learning is a process. He most often started his class with a question. In Latin we translated the works of great men and women of antiquity and then we discussed what they thought, even if it meant applying our teenage logic to television reruns. He challenged us to examine our beliefs and to question rigid dogma. He couldn't have chosen a better audience than high-school teenagers -- already so set in their ways -- and he knew it. He pretended to be naive and incredulous to draw out our thoughts and to challenge us to organize these thoughts into a personal philosophy. To be in one of Roger's classes was like sitting at the feet of Plato, Aristotle or Socrates.
      Ordained an Anglican minister, Roger was never without a pulpit in any number of churches of all denominations. He was most happy at Central United Church in Woodstock where he was named honorary associate minister. As his reputation in the Woodstock area grew, he was invited to speak to countless (and varied) organizations culminating with hospice and bereavement groups. For many years he reached others in articles he wrote for local newspapers. He had been called to deliver a message and his message was simply to make a masterpiece of each and every day.
      At first I laughed when he told me he was also wearing the hat of police chaplain but then I remembered (without his help) that the Greeks had invented laws. He saw a need and cared for (and delivered his famous hugs to) victims, the police and their families through bad times. His favourite aphorism: "I can complain the rosebush has thorns or I can rejoice that the thornbush has roses" might sound simple, but Roger saw life from every perspective.
      Roger guided many of his former students and Friends through marriages, births and deaths. I last saw Roger in January when he came to minister at the funeral of a family member. It was good to hear again his profound faith and his belief that we should be happy with "enough" in our lives. Despite fatigue from his illness, Roger was still laughing, his eyes still twinkled and he was still charmed by life no matter how simple or complicated. Privately, he talked of the sacrifices his wife Gloria and sons Warren and Ryan had made in order that he might carry on a very busy and public life. In the obituary he penned for himself, he challenged us to enable others to have great moments so that we would be blessed with great moments of our own. I believe Roger was and is very blessed.
      Carole was a student and friend and wrote this with help from Roger's? wife, Gloria McCOMBE.


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