Michael Lowell

"Mike" Rodden

On July 6, 2019, Michael Lowell Rodden, 48 of Hope, Arkansas, was called home to spend eternity with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Very few people knew him by that name, as everyone just called him Mike or Rooney.

Mike is the son of the late Charlie Rodden and Paula Rodden of Hope. He is proceeded in death by his father, his paternal grandparents, Otto and Ann Rodden of Bryant, Arkansas, his maternal grandparents, Gene Reed and Esther Reed of Hope, a daughter, Felicia Coddington, and granddaughter, Bentley Rodden of Old Washington, Arkansas, a sister, Kathy Bolls, of Laneburg, Arkansas.

Mike is survived by his mother, Paula Rodden, of Hope; 3 sons, Steven Rodden, (Seslie) of Bridgeport, Ohio, Jordan Rodden, (Brett), and Freddie Coddington; 3 daughters Patricia Fulton, (Joshua); Latisha James, (Charles) of Hope, Samantha Oliver of Fayetteville, AR; a sister, Karen Townsend, (Mike); and his identical twin brother, Jeffery Rodden, (Sasha) of Ashdown. 10 grandchildren, Noah, Jordan Jr, Jayda, and Jayden Rodden, Dylan, Summer, and Ayden Fulton, Lilli Sanders, Caitlin and Mitchell Arterbury, and the love of his life, Lenora Rodden of Texarkana, TX; and one great-grandson, Maverick Poindexter of Hope, and many nieces and nephews.

Mike was a carpenter by trade. He loved working with his hands. He had the uncanny ability to listen to someone's ideas for a project, and no matter how scattered their ideas seemed, he always gave them exactly what they were asking for. He never met a stranger, and was always willing to help others even when they didn't ask for it. He could take the simplest phrase and have you rolling on the floor laughing so hard tears rolled down your face, and your stomach hurt. He was a master of accents. I think that was one of his favorite pranks, and you never knew when it was coming. Walk into a store or restaurant, and there was no telling what came out when he spoke…Australian accent when you go to Outback, Spanish accent in a Mexican Place, British at any time, and embarrassment was sure to follow. He wouldn't be the one embarrassed, you would, and you would love it! Mike was an avid outdoorsman. He enjoyed hunting and fishing with his friends. If it's brown it's down and it flies it dies. There was nothing he enjoyed more than the annual duck camp hunting trips with his closest and dearest friends, except building crosses for his friends, family, and strangers. Mike gave them to people he felt needed them most. Mike loved the Lord, was a Christian, was a gifted preacher of the Word. He loved his family. He loved his friends. Fly high, Bub! No more worries, no more fear, no more pain. We got this…."You know Him, for He lives with you and will be in you. I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you. … On that day, you will realize that I am in My Father, and you are in Me, and I am in you" John 14:17-20. ….and surely, I am with you always to the very end of the world. Matthew 28: 20

No public service will be held at this time.