Arthur Alexander Malcolm was born to Samuel and Rubena Malcolm in the parish of St Elizabeth, White Hill district, on the beautiful island of Jamaica in 1929. As a child, Arthur loved to watch his father play the guitar and secretly taught himself how to play it. One day, he gave his father a big surprise by playing a few songs for him. He never looked back after that day. He became well known for his guitar playing both in Jamaica and later in England where he played almost every week in church for almost four decades. As a young man, Arthur helped to run the family’s grocery store and post office in Malcolm Square, White Hill, and he started a shoemaking business with his cousin George Cooke. He also loved growing vegetables near to his house, close to YS Falls, which is now a popular tourist attraction. Arthur moved to Jamaica’s capital, Kingston, where he worked as a barber for a number of years before deciding to come to England in 1961 to find a better life. He also met his wife-to-be, Gwendolyn Burrows, shortly after arriving. Arthur eventually decided to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather who was one of the founding members of the Seventh-day Adventist Church in White Hill, Jamaica, in the early part of the last century. He became totally committed to God’s work. He served as a deacon, musician, Sabbath school teacher and together with his wife, made sure the church was clean and tidy for the congregation each week. He was the longest serving member of the prison ministries team, playing his guitar and witnessing to inmates at Reading and Huntercombe prisons for 14 years. He also helped to run morning devotion at Reading Central Seventh-day Adventist Church for 13 years. Arthur was best known for his kindness, hospitality and friendliness towards strangers. He loved children and enjoyed making people laugh. He was an avid reader and liked playing games such as drafts and dominoes, games which challenged the mind. Throughout his life, Arthur was a sower of seeds. He was a passionate gardener who cultivated tomato seeds which he brought from Jamaica as a young man. No space in the garden would remain uncultivated if left up to him. Brother Malcolm imparted the seeds of reverence to God to his family before his passing. And as a father, he made sure he planted the seeds of a love for God within his children. Arthur will be greatly missed, but we look forward to that wonderful day when we shall see him again in the gardens of the New Jerusalem in Heaven.