Jack Kemp died this week at the age of 73. According to columnist Peggy Noonan, the late NFL quarterback, congressman from Buffalo, HUD secretary, and vice presidential candidate was spiritually grounded and supported by a praying wife, Joanne.
She picked their first house because it was near her church, Fourth Presbyterian in Bethesda, Md. For 38 years she’s led a Christian study group that meets every Friday morning at her home. She did the same in Buffalo. “He was the power of political ideas, she was the power of spiritual ones,” says their son. She has devoted her time and energy to friends, neighbors, husband, Prison Fellowship, groups that advocate for the unborn, four children and 17 grandchildren. She is one of those who quietly make it possible for Washington to function, however imperfectly, as a real and coherent community.
Once before I was to give a big speech, I saw her in the audience and told her I felt nervous. “Then we must pray,” she said, and did, unselfconsciously, with focus, in a gray folding chair in a cavernous auditorium with hundreds of people milling about. That’s who was behind Jack Kemp. No wonder he did what he did.
