In Loving Memory: Rev. James (Jim) R. Kok 1935-2026

Remembering Jim Kok (1935-2026)

for anybody unsure, this is about the James R. Kok who grew up in Hills (MN), Bellflower (CA) & Holland (MI) and became a Christian Reformed Church (CRC) pastor, working most of his career at Pine Rest Christian Hospital in west Michigan, & the rest of his career mostly at the Crystal Cathedral in Southern California. (this is noted because there are/were more than one Rev. James R. Kok affiliated with the CRC over the last several decades).   (His wife's name is Linda). 

 (I am not in charge of posting the official obituary so I am posting a secondary obituary notice here on my own website blogs to provide further context & information). There has been some obituary information posted online already at the following links:

https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/grandrapids/name/james-kok-obituary?id=60896647

https://www.communityfuneralservice.com/obituaries/james-kok

https://obits.mlive.com/us/obituaries/grandrapids/name/james-kok-obituary?id=60896647

On March 21, 2026, all are welcome at the burial ceremony at Artesia Cemetery in Artesia (CA) ( 11142 Artesia Blvd, Cerritos, CA 90703 beginning around 9:00 am (pst). It is a small cemetery and we do not know how many people will attend. If more than expected do attend, we hope the cemetery staff will help direct you to "overflow parking" outside the cemetery (but apparently parking in the high school parking lot across the street is discouraged)  

Later in the day, all are also welcome at a  formal memorial service at the Shepherd's Grove church (4445 Alton Pkwy, Irvine, CA 92604) later in the day beginning at 1:30pm (pst), after which there will be gathering in the community hall at the same location for refreshments & an informal time for people to reflect, socialize, & remember Jim, possibly with an open mic to share stories, as well as a photo slideshow, & memorial table etc) 

here's my version of Jim Kok's life & legacy: 

Blessed are those who mourn,

 for they shall be comforted." 

— Matthew 5:4

Remembering James R. "Jim" Kok 

(1935–2026)

James R. Kok, affectionately known as Jim, passed peacefully on February 17, 2026, leaving behind a legacy of faith, family, & a lifelong dedication to Christian kindness. In a striking alignment with his mission, his passing occurred on February 17, 2026, which is also known as Random Acts of Kindness Day, a fitting reflection of the life he spent serving others with compassion, care, love & kindness.

Born on March 29, 1935, in Hills, Minnesota, Jim was the second of five children: Sherwood, Jim, Faith, Kay, & Gary. As an infant, he moved with his parents,Gareth & Katherine, to Bellflower, California, where his father founded Valley Christian School & served as pastor of a Christian Reformed Church (1st Bellflower CRC aka "1st Bell "). The household was steeped in faith, learning, & service, shaping the values that would guide Jim's life.

The family later relocated to Holland, Michigan, where Jim attended Holland Christian Junior High & High School. Tragedy struck during Jim's teenage years when his mother, Katherine, passed away just as Jim was in his final years of high school, leaving a profound mark on him as he struggled with "grief" early in life, which influenced the depth of compassion & understanding he would later bring to his Christian ministry.

 During this time, basketball became both a passion & a source of friendship  & community, as he played alongside his lifelong friend Tony Diekema (future  president of Calvin College) at Holland Christian High, & later Don Vroon as well (future Calvin professor & coach, RIP) (among others he remembered fondly), continuing together at Calvin College (original location) & winning multiple MIAA championships.

Growing up, Jim worked various jobs to make ends meet. In Bellflower, in the 1930's, he picked & sold avocados door-to-door; & also sold the Press-Telegram from street corners, & even drove a tractor for alfalfa harvesting time  (Bellflower at that time still being mostly an agricultural & dairy farming area). 

Later, still growing up,  in Holland (MI) he also worked as a  "paper boy" delivering the GR Press & Holland Sentinel. In addition he worked at various local grocery stores; & at the Holland ballpark selling popcorn & peanuts. 

As a young adult he also worked at Chris Craft, as well as another factory, while going thru college; among other things. As a child he enjoyed boating on Lake Macatawa & also the "car life" with his brother Sherwood. 

After college, Jim studied at Michigan State University (MSU) for a master's in counseling & worked in Kalamazoo in vocational rehab for one year while also still playing basketball for various leagues with friends etc. After one year in Kalamazoo, Jim answered God's call to ministry starting at Westminster Seminary in Philadelphia &  then Calvin Seminary in Grand Rapids, eventually becoming an ordained pastor for the Christian Reformed Church. 

His pastoral care experience included internships at the University of Michigan & a hospital in Gowanda, New York, & he went on to become a Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE)  supervisor & Pine Rest Hospital & later the Crystal Cathedral, mentoring generations in spiritual care, grief support, & compassionate counseling. 

He also started the annual  International Care & Kindness Conference at the Crystal Cathedral.During seminary, Jim met his beloved wife, Linda Peters, daughter of Leo Peters of Butterball Farms. Together they raised four children—a daughter & three sons across New York, Michigan, Iowa, & California, & were blessed with many grandchildren who continue to carry forward his legacy of faith & kindness.

Jim's ministry spanned decades: serving as pastor in Iowa City starting in 1965, 14 years as CPE supervisor at Pine Rest Hospital in Grand Rapids, & many years as Director of Pastoral Care at the Crystal Cathedral in California. He authored several books, contributed a weekly column to The Banner, and for many years led the annual International Care & Kindness Conference at the Crystal Cathedral, inspiring countless attendees to embrace Christian compassion in both words and actions.

Even in retirement, Jim continued mentoring, counseling, & supporting family, friends, & his community. The timing of his passing on Random Acts of Kindness Day poignantly mirrors the heart of his lifelong mission: to model & promote Christ-centered kindness & care for all.

Jim Kok will be remembered as a devoted husband, loving father, cherished grandfather, uncle, loyal friend, mentor, & servant of Christ. His life stands as a testament to faith, resilience through grief, & a steadfast commitment to loving & serving others.

Jim would be "tickled pink" if you commit a "Simple Act of Care & Kindness" (SACK) in his memory, for the sake of our Savior Jesus. 

Rest in peace, Jim. Your faith, care, & kindness, will continue to bless the lives of many.

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Subject: Invitation to Contribute a Final Farewell  

(must be received by Thursday, March 5, 2026 per funeral home deadline)

 (or if they are received later, maybe we can try to make special arrangements to include them)

Dear Family & Friends

As we prepare to honor and celebrate the life of our beloved father James R. Kok, 

we would like to invite each of you to contribute a final farewell to be placed with his 

casket for the March 21 burial. This can be a letter, a card, a favorite photo, or any fond sentiment you wish to express.

• If your contribution can be typed or is a digital photo: Please email it to jkokccc@gmail.com. 

• One of us will take care of printing it.

• If it is a card or other physical item: Please mail it  (or deliver to):
  16828 Chicago Ave
  Bellflower, CA 90706
  Be sure to mark the envelope "For the Casket" so it is handled appropriately.

We hope this gives everyone an opportunity to share memories, love, & gratitude, creating a lasting tribute that will accompany our beloved father (& grandfather, uncle, friend etc)  in their final rest.

Thank you for taking part in this meaningful gesture. Your words, pictures, and sentiments will provide comfort & a lasting memory for all of us.

With love and remembrance,

The Kok Family

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note: The formal term for items like notes, letters, cards, or small keepsakes placed in a casket "in loving memory" is generally funeral or burial memorabilia, but more specifically in mortuary and archival contexts they are often called casket or burial offerings. Other accepted terms include:

• Casket letters – usually personal letters placed inside the casket.

• Funeral keepsakes – more general term for cards, notes, or small mementos.

• Memorial tributes – can include any written or symbolic items left with the deceased.

• Interment items – a formal term in funeral service documents for things placed in the casket before burial.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

Remembering Sports Illustrated article re Superbowl 2013 🏈🏟️: "Does God Care who wins the Super Bowl " ⁉️

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In the February 4, 2013, cover story of Sports Illustrated titled "Does God Care Who Wins the Super Bowl?", writer S.L. Price quotes Dr. James (Jim) Kok.

At the time, Dr. Kok was the pastor of Care Ministries at the Crystal Cathedral in Garden Grove, California. 

He provided a theological perspective on whether the Creator of the universe is invested in the outcome of a football game.

The Quote and Context

In the article, which centered largely on the intense faith of Baltimore Ravens linebacker Ray Lewis leading up to Super Bowl XLVII, Dr. Kok is quoted offering a grounded counterpoint to the idea of divine intervention in sports.

He suggested that God is NOT 

a "micro-manager" of athletic events, stating: "The idea that God is helping one side win over the other is a very primitive way of looking at God. It's like a child's view."

Key Takeaways from the Article:

 * The Conflict: The piece explored the tension between players who believe God grants them victory as a reward for faith (like Ray Lewis) and theologians who find that idea problematic.

 * Kok's Perspective: Dr. Kok argued that while God cares deeply about the people playing—their character, their safety, and their hearts—He does not care about the point spread or which team raises the Lombardi Trophy.

 * Ray Lewis vs. Theology: The article contrasted Lewis's belief that "God has a plan" for his specific victory with the views of leaders like Kok, who believe that human effort and physics determine the game, while faith determines how one handles the result"

The result 

The Baltimore Ravens won Super Bowl XLVII (47) in 2013, defeating the San Francisco 49ers with a final score of

 34–31

Ray Lewis's Final Ride: This was the final career game for legendary linebacker Ray Lewis, who retired immediately after the win

 The "Effort and Performance" Factor

Despite his public religious comments, Lewis clarified his stance during the Super Bowl Media Day. When asked if he believed God actually picks a winner in a football game, he said:

"No, I don't believe He picks a winner or not." He explained that faith provided the mindset, but the performance came from the players: "If you come out and give everything you got, that's all you have to do. Whatever happens after that, it happens."  

,The Missiologist's Quiet Heart: The Life of Rogie Greenwoy

The Missiologist's Quiet Heart: The Life of Rogie Greenwoy Part I: The Facade of Orthodoxy (1934–1958) Rogie Solles Greenwoy was not born into brilliance; he was born into status. His father, Dr. Leonardi Greenwoy, a minister in the Christian Meformed Church (CMC), bestowed upon Rogie an intellectual lineage and a social position that, in mid-20th-century white America, was a powerful, unquestioned shield. Rogie was expected to excel, and his community was primed to affirm his success. The reality was that Rogie possessed a keen memory and a talent for mimicry, not necessarily deep, original thought. He learned quickly that in the CMC, true intelligence was less about insight and more about mastery of doctrine. He could recite the Heidelberg Catechism, dissect a Latin phrase, or argue the nuances of sola Scriptura not because he grasped their spiritual depth, but because he had perfected the rhythm of the language and the required authoritative posture. He was a master performer of scholarship. His true passion, however, was in the realm of the delicate and the beautiful. The rough and tumble of "masculine purpose" was alien to him. While he should have been reading Karl Barth, he was secretly sketching rococo furniture. His hands, which were supposed to be fit for manual labor or firm handshakes, were unnaturally smooth, and he took a quiet, obsessive pleasure in fine fabrics and the precise arrangement of colors. This intrinsic sensitivity—his effeminate persuasion—was a deep, existential threat to the white, intellectual dominance he was expected to project. His most profound, terrifying secret in those early years involved the moments when Eddie was away. He would retreat to their bedroom, his heart hammering against his chest, and stand before the closet. He was not interested in Eddie’s plain, sensible dresses, but rather the feel of the smooth lining, the swish of the skirt, and the momentary, dizzying sensation of softness against his skin. This act of briefly trying on his wife's dresses was a necessary, forbidden ritual—a silent, desperate affirmation of the gentle spirit he was forced to suffocate daily. Immediately after, he would tear them off, folding them perfectly and returning them to their hangers, scrubbing the memory from his mind by opening a dense theological commentary. To hide this internal frailty and the gnawing doubt about his own intellectual depth, he adopted the mantle of Missiology. It was a field that, at the time, was perceived as requiring rugged, decisive, global strategy—the most "macho" academic pursuit available in the church. He married Eddie, a genuinely brilliant and sensible woman who handled the intellectual heavy lifting he sometimes struggled with, and together they embraced the calling. He buried his delicate soul beneath tweed jackets and a relentless performance of authoritative certainty, which, in those days, was often mistaken for true intellect simply because of the man who delivered it. Part II: The Revelation of Inadequacy in Ceylon (1958–1962) In 1958, Rogie and Eddie were appointed to Sri Lanka (then Ceylon). The cultural shock was not merely geographical; it was intellectual. Removed from the familiar echo chamber of Grand Rapids, Rogie’s performance of scholarship began to fail. The local scholars and pastors were unimpressed by his rigid, Western doctrinal recitations. They challenged him not with European philosophy, but with the lived complexity of their own culture, the nuances of their language, and the deep, sophisticated history of their faith. Here, his borrowed brilliance felt hollow. Rogie realized that the "brute force" intellectual methods he had been trained in—the aggressive debate, the quick dismissal of opposition—were useless. They were the methods of a bully, not a teacher. The saving grace was his suppressed aesthetic sensibility. He found he could not conquer the culture intellectually, but he could woo it aesthetically. He poured himself into the language, not the grammar (which frustrated him), but the music and the rhythm, finding a hidden structure that spoke to his artistic soul. He meticulously oversaw the production of mission literature, insisting on elegant typography and culturally appropriate layout, driven by an aesthetic perfectionism that was deeply feminine, yet profoundly effective in gaining respect. His private indulgence became his mission garden. He didn't just maintain it; he cultivated the most vibrantly colored, fragile flowers he could find, tending them with a quiet, gentle devotion he dared not show his colleagues. There, with quiet, gentle hands, he escaped the stress of performing academic superiority. He saw his work not as "manly toil" but as an act of creation, carefully nurturing fragile life. Eddie, recognizing his struggle, found him one evening, visibly stressed over a complex theological text. “Rogie,” she noted kindly, “you spend more time correcting the font size on the pamphlets than you do wrestling with the Summa.” He quickly snapped shut the heavy book, deploying the mask. “Intercultural communication, dear. If the presentation is disrespectful, the message will fail.” It was the intellectual lie he used to justify the true source of his effectiveness: his innate gift for sensory detail and aesthetic harmony, a gift he deemed "girly," but which was his only genuine talent in a challenging mission field. Part III: The Pose of Precision in Mexico City (1963–1978) When Rogie moved to Mexico City to teach at Juan Calvino Seminary, the urbanization of the Global South became his career focus. This provided the perfect new stage for his performance. The city was chaos, and Rogie needed to appear as the brilliant mind who could solve it with strategy and structure. His books, such as Discipling the City, became famous not for their groundbreaking theology, but for their masterful organizational framework. He took the complex, overwhelming reality of the metropolis and imposed an orderly, readable grid upon it. He used his talent for structure and detail—the same talent that demanded his collection of silk neckerchiefs be sorted by hue—to create compelling, seemingly deep analyses. He was the conductor, directing the genuine, on-the-ground intelligence of his Mexican colleagues, synthesizing their experience into a polished, Western-approved academic format. He taught urban pastors to be sensitive and empathetic, but his motivation wasn't purely theological; it was deeply pragmatic. He realized that empathy was the best strategy for missions in the city, far more effective than the aggressive, masculine dogmatism he had only pretended to master. In the classroom, he was perpetually tense, fearful of an unplanned question that might expose the superficiality of his own deep learning. He compensated by being meticulous about his appearance, his lecture notes, and the cleanliness of the chalkboard. He was the picture of the formidable, intelligent American scholar—an image that carried immense, unearned authority simply due to his racial and institutional background. “The city is not conquered by dogma,” he told his students, repeating the famous line that became the core of his reputation. But the internal thought was: I cannot conquer it by dogma, because I don't possess the intellectual firepower. But I can design a more beautiful, more nuanced path for those who do. He was advocating for a gentle, delicate approach precisely because it played to his strengths (sensitivity, aesthetic organization) and avoided his weaknesses (intellectual combat, extemporaneous theological depth). Part IV: The Executive’s Burden and the Delicate Touch (1986–1990) The selection of Rogie as the Executive Director of Christian Meformed World Missions (CMWM) in 1986 was the ultimate affirmation of his performance. They had chosen the perfect embodiment of the strong, strategic, white male leader. He was now running the operation he had only theoretically written about. The pressure was immense. The job demanded the relentless, decisive "macho" leadership he had been faking his entire career. He had to handle budgets, personnel crises, and political skirmishes at the CMC Synod—tasks that filled him with dread because they relied on brute-force confidence, not careful arrangement. His office became his cage, but also his sanctuary. It was here that his effeminate persuasion became his secret coping mechanism. He spent hours perfecting the internal documents, ensuring that every financial report was visually flawless, using his aesthetic obsession to compensate for his uncertainty in high-stakes strategy. His clothing became an armor. He didn’t wear the fabrics because they were rugged; he wore them because they were soft, comforting, and perfectly tailored. One afternoon, while reviewing a contentious budget, the strain became too much. He stopped, carefully lifted a small, silk-lined drawer he kept hidden in his desk, and pulled out a rich, emerald-green silk pocket square. He did not use it. Instead, he simply ran the cool, smooth fabric between his thumb and index finger, finding immediate, quiet solace in its perfect texture. That same evening, alone in his executive apartment, the need for release was overwhelming. He found one of Eddie's older, long, flowing dresses—something with a floral pattern and a soft, full skirt. The ritual was quick and desperate: the moment the door was locked, the harsh tweed was dropped, and the cool fabric of the dress was a silent, intoxicating embrace. In that hidden space, he wasn't the Executive Director; he was simply Rogie, the gentle soul who loved the shape and flow of beautiful things. The vulnerability of the act was his only escape from the terror of his imposed authority. A late-working colleague, peering in, saw the intense, focused look on the director's face the next day. “Tough decision, Dr. Greenwoy?” Rogie instantly slid the silk back and closed the drawer. He looked up, his face set in the familiar expression of unwavering control. “Just ensuring the aesthetic balance of the budget proposal, Pastor. Details matter,” he said, deploying the lie of the meticulous scholar, the white male authority figure whose attention to detail was proof of his comprehensive intellectual grasp, rather than a necessary retreat for his sensitive, overwhelmed soul. Part V: The Weight of Unfulfilled Expectations (1990–2016) Rogie’s return to Calvin Theological Seminary in 1990 was not a liberation, but a soft landing—a failure disguised as an academic retreat. He had not truly triumphed in the executive role; he had merely survived, retiring earlier than expected due to “health concerns” (a euphemism for the burnout from the incessant performance). Back in the classroom, the tension did not lift. He had traded the pressure of executive management for the pressure of professorial legacy. His students, now exposed to more diverse and genuinely brilliant global thinkers, began to see the thinness in his arguments. He relied heavily on his well-organized notes from the 1970s, unable to keep pace with the swift currents of modern missiology. The field he had helped define now evolved beyond his ability to synthesize and control it. His former students began publishing critiques of his work, respectfully but firmly pointing out where his framework, though beautifully organized, lacked genuine theological depth or future-oriented insight. He became a respected, but increasingly irrelevant, figure—the emeritus scholar whose books were consulted for history, not for future strategy. The final years were marked by a quiet, devastating loneliness. Eddie, now keenly aware of the performance that had defined their marriage, withdrew into her own intellectual pursuits, leaving Rogie alone with his meticulously ordered home and his fading reputation. He was still the master of aesthetics, but the beauty he created felt hollow, a monument to a life spent performing an identity he neither possessed nor desired. He died in 2016, a man whose obituary praised his "organizational brilliance" and "strategic vision." But the church he had served and the field he had shaped moved on quickly, viewing him as a product of a bygone era. Rogie Greenwoy passed away having failed to fulfill the weighty intellectual expectations of his father, his community, and the executive office. Worse, he died in quiet disgrace, never having fully owned the genuine, gentle talents of his effeminate persuasion. He had been a master performer, but the applause had ended, and the spotlight had revealed the empty stage of his own unlived life. The only truth he truly embraced was the soft feel of silk in his final, private moments. A Random Bible Verse And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. (Isaiah 2:4)

🙏"Turkey’s Christians Face the Future with Reasons for Hope, Caution -" International Christian Concern

https://persecution.org/2026/01/28/turkeys-christians-face-the-future-with-reasons-for-hope-caution/ 

Psalm 68:5 – "A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling."

AI GENERATED 

Even though Turkey's Christian population is very small, there are signs of hope and slow growth. Some Orthodox communities—Armenian, Assyrian, and Greek—have remained resilient despite pressure, land theft, and occasional attacks.

 There's also a growing number of young Turkish converts, like Yusuf and Mustafa, who are turning to Christianity after periods of secularism or atheism. Most of these converts are young people, indicating a potential generational shift.

 Many are curious about the church, and some Turks are embracing Christianity quietly for safety, showing that faith can still take root even in a largely Muslim society. 

Additionally, Turkey hosts Christian refugees from Afghanistan, Iran, and Syria, providing a space where these believers can live more safely than in their home countries. 

Despite societal and online harassment, these converts are actively practicing and sharing their faith, showing a slow but steady growth of Christianity in the country.

1st CRC vintage video

 

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