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Bishop Leonard Kendrick

Leonard F Kendrick

August 22, 1926 - April 15, 2010

Bishop Leonard F. Kendrick, age 83, a resident of Cleveland, passed away Thursday at his home following an extended illness. Bishop Kendrick was born in Johnston City, Illinois on August 22, 1926. He was the son of the late Callie Curlee Kendrick and Walter F. Kendrick. His son, Craig Kendrick, his sisters, Elinor Babington and her husband Mebbs and Sue Jackson, his brother, Gordon Kendrick and his wife Juanita and his father and mother in law, Bishop M. S. Curry and Lois Curry also preceded him in death.

In 1962 Bishop Kendrick became an Ordained Minister and served the Church of God of Prophecy as a Pastor in Florida and Tennessee for 12 years. He came to Cleveland as the manager of White Wing Publishing House. Later came to be administrative assistant to the General Overseer and then International Treasurer until he retired in 1991.

Bishop Kendrick served as Senior Adult Minister at Peerless Road Church until his death. He was honorably discharged from the U. S. Navy in 1946. His passion was the Word of God and he loved and shared it with everyone he met, throughout the World! Bishop Kendrick loved his grandson with all his heart and enjoyed watching Tennis. He was a loving husband, father and grandfather. Bishop Kendrick was a member of the Church of God of Prophecy for over 60 years and a member of the Peerless Road Church of God of Prophecy for over 40 years.

Survivors include his loving wife of 58 years, Joyce Curry Kendrick of Cleveland, his daughter, Jill Stone and her husband Robert, his grandson, Curry Kendrick Stone, the joy of his life, his brother, Bill Kendrick and his wife Shirley, his brother in law, Arnold Jackson, his brother and sister in law, Bishop Hubert and Betty Vicars, his sister in law Barbara Gilmer, his caregiver, Bridgett Ellison who cared for him the last 3 years of his illness and many beloved nieces and nephews also survive.

The Remembrance of Life Service will be conducted Monday morning at 11:00 from the Peerless Road Church of God of Prophecy with Bishops Steve Wilson, Steve Gilmer and Tim Coalter officiating. Entombment will follow in the Sunset Memorial Gardens with Richard Carter, Steve Frazier, Curry Stone, Johnny McDaniel, Wade Patterson, Daniel James, Randy Stephens, Ryan Vicars, Kyle Gilmer and Stuart Gilmer serving as active pallbearers. Honorary pallbearers will be the Senior Ministers. A Dove release will conclude the service. Military honors will be given. The family will receive friends from 6 until 8 P. M. Sunday at the Peerless Road Church of God of Prophecy. The family request the Memorials are made to the Peerless Road Church of God of Prophecy Building Fund, 3301 Peerless Road N. W., Cleveland, Tennessee 37312. Bishop Kendrick’s Memorial Book may be signed at Jim Rush Funeral Homes.com. The North Ocoee Chapel of the Jim Rush Funeral Home has charge of the arrangements.

Funeral Home
Jim Rush Funeral Home
220 Wildwood
2600 North Ocoee St. NW
Cleveland, TN 37311
423-472-4555
rushfamily@jimrushfuneralhomes.com



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