Glenda Kemp Snake dancer: Autobiography
Scroll down for extracts from my book.
Please go to my post dated 21 June 2016 My Testimony. My Life Story. (My home page.) http://glendakempharper.blogspot.co.za/2016/06/my-testimony.html
Joy Magazine has a book review Glenda Kemp Snake Dancer in this October 2013 issue.
The three in one read: Oliver Twist, Cinderella’s sister (gone nude and scandalous) and Pilgrims Progress. Three themes entwined in this autobiography that make it more striking than fiction!
http://glendakemp.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/sunday-times-lifestyle-magazines-article-on-sunday-10022013/
http://glendakemp.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/the-other-part-of-the-article-in-the-sunday-times-lifestyle-10.pdf
Scroll down for extracts from my book.
Please go to my post dated 21 June 2016 My Testimony. My Life Story. (My home page.) http://glendakempharper.blogspot.co.za/2016/06/my-testimony.html
Joy Magazine has a book review Glenda Kemp Snake Dancer in this October 2013 issue.
The three in one read: Oliver Twist, Cinderella’s sister (gone nude and scandalous) and Pilgrims Progress. Three themes entwined in this autobiography that make it more striking than fiction!
http://glendakemp.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/sunday-times-lifestyle-magazines-article-on-sunday-10022013/
http://glendakemp.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/the-other-part-of-the-article-in-the-sunday-times-lifestyle-10.pdf
Do you want me to send you a copy of the book to your email address? Then contact me on Glenda482-safe@yahoo.co.uk
I have removed most of the extracts from the book on this site now as you can order the book and read it all.
Here is the PowerPoint presentation that accompanies my testimony.
http://glendakempharper.blogspot.co.za/2016/06/my-testimony.html
Should you want me to come and witness what Christ has done and is doing in my life,
http://glendakempharper.blogspot.co.za/2016/06/my-testimony.html
Should you want me to come and witness what Christ has done and is doing in my life,
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Extracts from my book.
What happened to the snake?
Hopefully, he would have lived and have known the
likes of slithering under the leadership of Harold Wilson, tasted the iron of
Margaret thatcher and witnessed the
inauguration of John Major. That is if
he did not squeeze the life out of the wrong object, and if he lived to a ripe
old snake age of 25. What the British do with departed snakes is anyone’s
guess. A bag? Shoes? Not.
He did not broaden his horizon outside of the
English country side as his passport was all that returned to South Africa with
me. There was no investigation as to the whereabouts of the owner that did not
accompany his documents.
Our ‘divorce’ papers were signed when Paul Raymond
of Raymond’s Revue bar theatre declared that he wanted my show, but not the
snake. I was not cruel, as the
relationship between me and the snake was purely a business arrangement wherein
snake served as a logo and nothing more.
I was happy to have cleared the notion that a snake was my claim to fame.
I did have a show you know!
So what did happen to the snake? I left it behind in a happy state with a line
of voluptuous dancers bidding for the use of its services. The decision was left with the owner of the
girly enterprise. I danced off in to the
English limelight, solo for the first time and enjoyed the ‘hiss-less’ ride.
Even today, after so many hundreds of years, the
first questions asked by those in the know is: What happened to the snake? Now
you know!
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| GLENDA KEMP |
You can write to me at glenda482-safe@yahoo.co.uk
Back page:
"Religious women formed barricades with their bodies to prevent me and the snake from reaching the premises. Courts and High Courts and suspended sentences could not stop me and the snake. I burst through like a meteor off course and turned a conservative country upside down.Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going to?The first puzzle piece of this mystery is in your hand. Watch for tell-tale signs as you read about the first seven years, of the beginning of a life, that later made a country sit up and take note. "
Prologue
'Heads' or 'Tails'?
There are two sides to this story of my life, in the same way as there are two sides to a coin.
I flipped the coin of my life over at the age of 15. I dropped it at the age of 21. I retrieved it when I was 47 and called out 'heads'. So the first side of the story is one of shame and doom, telling of the time in my life when I lived in apparent freedom from obedience to the law, with the truth whispering all the time in the background — 'slaves to sin'. What a side to the coin! '… and what was the result? You are now ashamed of the things you used to do, things that end in eternal doom' (Romans 6:20–21). The reason the world sat up and took notice was not because of what the Word said but because of a scandalous young woman who removed all her clothes and draped herself with a snake. Then the flip side toppled that life of headlines, fame and comfort and zoomed me in to all the excitement and challenges that mature you into the person whom God intended you to be. But that is not where I am going to begin. Glenda Kemp - Snake Dancer 10
Although I am now a new person in Jesus Christ, I will look back and start at the beginning. One big difference though, is that this time I have put my hand in the hand of the Man who stilled the waters.
Another extract from my book:
Snake bite
... Oupa followed his instincts by finding my leg and then up to my tummy and proceeding to my face. Then it happened! I had upper snake teeth stuck in my eyebrows and the bottom teeth stuck under and into my top lip. The snake had struck and caught me in the face. His teeth were stuck and he could not retract. I held the snake’s heavy body in my hand so as not to have the weight tear my face. I went out of the room and pulled his jaws apart and got the teeth out of my flesh. As the jaws closed the snake’s teeth cut a clear slit down my nose. I stopped the bleeding and returned to continue the show. I had a very silent audience.
Big bang no man
When the last number faded and I blew the end of the show kisses with my hands, the one gentleman went from his sitting position on the floor, into throwing his body up in to the air with his outstretched hands, shouting with glee…….to be silenced by the low ceiling connecting with his head. He was literally knocked out!!
Was this a dead body? Do you phone the ambulance? Do you phone the police? What do you tell the bride to be? By the time the ambulance arrived he was making strange noises but the smile on his face was unchanged...
4 Wheeled snake (1972)
4 Wheeled snake (1972)
...Then there was the lady who came over to reprimand me for being out at that time of the night with my baby. I told her it was not a baby but a snake. She still continued to move to the contents of the pram as if I had not spoken. The last I saw of her was a small figure disappearing in the night with her arms in the air while her scream still lingered...
The Snake
Dead or alive: The show must go on.
...So that night I put in a performance for two. One dead and one alive. Fair is fair. You come to see a snake you get to see a snake...
SCANDALS AND COURT CASES
...Most of the time, I was oblivious to the headlines I left behind when leaving a town. But in this short time of dancing Rapport phoned me and told me I was voted News maker of the Year...
By now it seemed the entire police force, the army and the Dutch Reformed church was out to get me. We were like a Bonny and Clyde team being one ahead of the police. Until we got to Cape Town
Another case
Another case
This one was in La Lucia, Durban
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| Outside the court in Pretoria. June 6, 1975 |
Unknown to me, the happy fellows in the front row were the police. I went through my whole routine with bloomers and ‘voortrekker’ bonnet, snake, oil, puppets and ended up wearing nothing but the oil lamp and then the strobe light. Dressing on stage and waving good bye.
Not so fast lady. The cop introduced himself and told me this was the best show he had ever seen. The other cops also produced their cards as if this was some fan club and could not praise my performance enough. I was asked all the normal questions like “What does the snake eat” and “Where do I keep the snake?” Not the normal procedure for taking in a criminal.
But this was the start of the most bizarre court case that ever hit 
Miraculous protection
I would have as many as 5 private shows in one night over the Christmas period. I had no idea of how to drive a car (had no car). The people who booked me had to fetch me. The first show would fetch me at home. The second show would fetch me at the venue of the first show. The third show had to fetch me at the venue of the second show. The last show had to arrange to take me home. These were negotiations with people I had never met in my life and I would be paid by them to do a strip tease show.
If you could have been a fly on the front centre mirror of each car that transported me you would have said that this was not possible. Consider that at every show the audience had consumed alcohol. The bachelor parties were the worst. At one show I arrived and everyone had passed out, except for my driver who was totally sober. I had a phone call the next day to ask if I had appeared. Only the driver was my witness...
Enter at own risk.
I should have had an indemnity form signed before entering. One unsuspecting visitor ended up on the table screeching like a lady when encountering a mouse. Why the commotion? ...
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| 14 October 1973 |
Another extract:
The next court case - stripped to the bone.
The police were now losing the plot. They were like little kids taking sweets from shops as if there was no law and order.
The person in charge fitted in with the shocking behaviour of our police force. The obvious alcohol he had consumed made him miss the point. He could not tell a bone from a stocking. He ordered me thrown in to the cell for the night. Then I was to appear in court the next morning.
Black dancer on whites’ only stage
...I said I would shock them. The publicity was so intense and the reactions from all sides of the country so strong that I had to do something that was up to their expectations. I would do more than that. ..
Like a Colombo
Hissteria on flight 514 Durban to Johannesburg
The SAA flight 514 was doing what a flight does when it is ready for take off.
The snake was doing what a snake does when encountering flight vibrations.
I was doing what can be expected I should be doing, to keep the lid on the basket by my feet. The right thing to do would be to sit on the basket but this was not possible as I was strapped down in a seat and ready for take off. The position of my body took the strength off my foot on the basket and the python who was on his own mission found the foot pressure weak.
One beady eye looked my fellow passenger in the face.
Pandemonium.
I told them not to worry, it is only a snake! Does no one ever listen! Or maybe that was the problem, they did listen.
By now a long neck attached to the beady eyes was lifting the lid and the exposure was more than my fellow passengers could handle.
Sssssssssssuch a sssssssssshame...
One woman’s husband is another woman’s pilot.
... Then from nowhere a woman appears and starts hitting him over the head with something. She screams abuse at the top of her voice. After having finished with him she turned to me. “This is my husband….” We won’t repeat the names she called me. I tried to assure her that I was only a guest and had no relationship with her husband.
Doing the work I do, and having the reputation I had, I would have had more luck explaining I was actually Father Christmas...
London (1978)
My first day at work
Do you know what hit me in the face when I walked in to the big changing room as one of many nude performers? The nudity! Nude girls everywhere; painting their nails, packing their things, searching in their bags, putting on make up. They wore no clothes! They moved around with the ease of being in a public coffee shop without a thought to having private parts on their bodies. ..
Walking the streets of London
... So if I know all this why do I push and pull with all my might and groan and moan as if I had a friend on the other side who would hear and open up for me. Face the facts my girl; you are in your underwear, locked out of your flat with a scoop and a broom and the snow outside.
The Minister of Education
NEW BEGINNINGS?
...Then he opened a draw in his desk and pulled out a big book that looked like something very important and official. He opened the hard cover and to my surprise I recognized from the upside down position the cuttings staring at him. Just for good measure he turned the book around so that I could see my sins as recorded in the book of the Teachers Training College of South Africa. I wondered who took the trouble to cut out every detail of my doings and then to stick them neatly in order in this black book. It must have been in anticipation of just this moment to share it with me. There even was an instruction from the minister of education to block the way for me should I have the audacity to try and reenter the pastures I had left and burnt down.
I think this was the time I had my first cigarette. (see how I stopped under: Where there is fire)
BOTSWANA
DELTA SAFARI’S (1980)
SHAKING KNEES
The first time my knees shook involuntary was the first night of sleeping in the bush of Botswana
RUN BABY RUN
This was the second time I discovered that my knees can actually shake involuntary without my having any control over them. It would have been cool if it was a freak show competition, but it was a lion outside my tent and I could smell his breath.
The haunting sound from afar had my hair stand up; now accompanied by the smell of his breath I wondered how much protection the thin canvas of the tent provided.
I would have run to the Land Rover but, except for the movement of my knees, I was frozen.
One month ago I was on a stage, applauded by admirers. Now, here I was listed as “strippers delight” on a lions menu, served with shaky knees and the aroma of fear.
Somebody do something.
My memory does not serve me well as to who ran first, me or Karl (I am sure I was waiting for his instructions), but when we dived in to the land Rover the rest of the paying clients were already piled up inside. A speechless bunch we were, but we were alive!
...You know that feeling when someone is looking at you? I had that. In spite of being very involved in whatever I was reading, an uneasy feeling came over me. I did not have far to look. In fact it was far too near. It was as close as my pulled up knees. It was just above the book. (If it was that close, how come I am still here to tell the story?) ...
... Amazing how long a person can stay frozen in a moment before defencses sets in.
They heard my screams in every place they found themselves. The people and the animals in that vicinity. It was the scream of an endangered species. It was my screams...
A HAIRY STORY
... Then as suddenly as a lion making its leap, the peace is disrupted. The coffee in your mouth turns to needles and a wild beast from inside seems to have you by the throat. Poisoned coffee? Help seemed as near as the nearest doctor or hospital which was not near at all. Even trying not to swallow was like trying not to breath. The needles persisted in their attack on wherever the coffee had touched. It was anybody’s guess as to who had done it?.. .............
Enter God. (1997)
The first thing this merciful God gave me was an intense hunger and thirst to know Him. I stood with open mouth, in wonder, at what I was reading in His word. I realized the wasted years of filling myself with the world and vowed to make up for it.
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Kicked out and ‘escorted’ to my car by 2 or 3 big bouncers.
By the heading you might think I am getting my chapters mixed up and this here chapter belongs to the past.
Not so. The venue was an evangelistic revival tent put up on the Bluff. My crime? I prayed with one of the youths who was struggling with drug addiction. ...
...“We know who you are.” One of the organizers or pastors told me. “You work for the devil”.
Dear God, this can’t be happening.
(I still cry talking about this.)..
“Instead, God chose things the world considers foolish in order to shame those who think they are wise. And He chose things that are powerless to shame those who are powerful. God chose things despised by the world, things counted as nothing at all, and used them to bring to nothing what the world considers important.” (1 Corinthians 1: 27,29)
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Where there is smoke, there is fire
The only fire that was near this smoker was the fire of the Holy Spirit.
Don’t pull your nose up in disagreement. I came to Jesus just as I was. I chimney smoked all over the Holy Book. God had things to do with me and He was not going to start with pulling cigarettes out of my mouth. His business with me was that I should get to know Him. When my vision became blurry I simply wiped the ash off the Bible with the stroke of a hand. This is how God and me spent our first months in each others company.
Let me explain it to you this way: Find a table there near you. If there is not a lot of stuff on it then imagine stuff on it. Now when you give your life to God, you hand over that table as it is. If you wait to first clean up your life before, you are lost because only God can do that.
So would God come with a big arm and wipe everything off that table with one stroke and let you watch it crash to the floor? Not so.
God has one word for you: Love. For God so loved the world…. God loves you! And in the same breath: You must love the Lord your God with all you are and have. Now how can you love someone you don’t know? So your first job is to get to read your Bible and to fellowship with other family of Christ so that you can get to know your new ‘Spouse’.
Back to the table with stuff. Now God had no finger pointing to my smoking on that table for a long time. But when He did, it confronted me in every reading, sermon, radio talk and whatever reminder there could be.
Every smoker wants to stop smoking, without God telling them to. I was no different. Once I managed to give up smoking for a whole 3 hours (and one hour was taken up by the church sermon so should not count). Every Monday was giving up time and every Tuesday was shame for failure time. Oh these little white things had themselves super glued to me like a skin.
Walking hand in hand with God did not make it any easier. For some people it is a different story. Bev from my Bible study woke up one day and ‘wham!; the desire for smoking was gone. She never craved again and never smoked again and never gave it a thought. Nothing works like that for me. My road is always hard and difficult.
The nearer God’s finger pointed to the cigarettes on the crowded table the more it became an obsession by me to stop smoking. The more it became an obsession to stop, the bigger the demolishing effect the failure had on me. Satan told me I should rather leave God as I was not walking in His power. Never; who shall I go to? I rather be a smoker sitting with my God than a smoker sitting with Satan. That is about it; you have those two choices. God is a merciful God and knows my hearts desire.
Nothing goes wasted when God is at work. I started having a heart ripping understanding for the drug addicts I was coming across. “Lord, if it is this hard for me to stop smoking; how hard is it for them to stop drugging? When you pray where you are touched, you pray double edged cutting sword words. When it comes to dealing with people struggling with addiction, there is not a hair of pride on my head. I come in humbleness and in the knowledge that only by the grace of God have I come through this one day. Gluttony falls under the same category. “Lord is there one disorder I did not pick up somewhere along the way? How privileged I am, for there is so much more to be thankful for and so much more reason to be dependent on the One who created me.”
“Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed lest he fall.” (1 Corinthians 10:12 NKJV)
“But let him who glories glory in this, That he understands and knows Me, That I am the LORD exercising lovingkindness……” (Jeremiah 9:24 NKJV)
“And the Lord said, “Simon, Simon! Indeed, Satan has asked for you, that he may sift you as wheat. But I have prayed for you, that your faith should not fail; and when you have returned to Me, strengthen your brethren.” (Luke 22:31,32 NKJV)
Then God hit me where it hurt! Kimmie.
My cigarettes were disappearing faster than I could smoke them.
Kimmie was disappearing more often than was her home bound nature.
Two plus two makes four.
Then one day our smoke columns met. I caught her red handed. Now here was the pot standing in front of the lid saying it is black.
“I will stop, mom, if you will.”
If you witness more failures than you can count, then you are very safe to back on that horse to lose the race for you. Kimmie was convinced that her mom had her limits, and giving up smoking was one of them.
The pain began.
Peter was in it with me. He had to fight the years starting at the age of 15. I only started late twenties or early thirties, but boy did I make up for the years I ‘deprived’ my lunges of nicotine.
The first step is to remove all temptations from you. (Have you ever tried doing this with food?) Every possible avenue a cigarette could be stationed at had to be snuffed out and destroyed. It was the biggest demolishing operation I ever ventured on. And rightfully so.
The time came when I turned in to a bag lady and unashamedly rummaged through our rubbish bins looking for the hope of a one puff ‘stompie’. (bud)
The whole world teamed up against me to start me smoking. At every trial the enemy stood with a white sin held out to me and a promise that this will make it feel much better. I walked around repeating victory Bible verses like a woman at war.
Then God allowed me a dummy. It must have been after banging my head on the wall that I grabbed the nearest cylinder looking thing that represented a cigarette. It was a yellow bic pen. I took it in a smokers grip and brought it to my mouth. I sucked long and hard and held my breath in my lunges. Then I breathed it out with a big sigh of relieve. This helped.
This was ridiculous but it worked. Soon all who knew me got accustomed to me and my yellow pen sucking. The cravings lasted for a very long time but had longer pauses in between as the time went along. I was resigned to sucking at my pen for the rest of my life. But it did stop. One day I was without the pen and could not remember how or when. So here I am, a non smoker with every bit of sympathy for every smoker.
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TEACHING AT BLUFF CHRISTIAN ACADEMY ... end 2003 - 2006
...“There is one thing I must tell you, though” I said. I was Glenda Kemp the stripper.”
Silence. I think she had stopped breathing. Her face was going red.
“But Jesus had cleansed me! I am a new person in Christ.”
She needed for me to get out of her office so that she could compose herself.
“I will call you, don’t call me,” were her escape words.
This system was amazing.
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My Alzheimer’s Mother
‘Judge not, that you be not judged.’
– MATTHEW 7:1, NKJV
...God, in a miraculous way, opened a door for my mother at the Natal Settlers Home in Durban
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| Glenda, my mother, Hermie, Linda, Joan (sitting in front), Jean (standing) |
...You must know that God the Father, Jesus, the Holy Spirit and I had some very intense conversations at that time. If the home had phoned me I would have rushed there and said good bye. God said He did not want me to do that. Everything was in His hands and He knows what is best for me. No one can do anything in my life that He does not approve of. I must trust Him. He loves me. He has plans to use my experiences to bless others. God gave me the peace that passes all understanding. I was filled with a joy that is indescribable. For me to live is Christ.
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‘Judge not, that you be not judged…’ (Matthew 7:1, NKJV)
‘Obviously, I’m not trying to win the approval of people, but of God. If pleasing people were my goal, I would not be Christ’s servant.’ (Galatians 1:10, New Living Translation).
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Bluff Methodist Church Youth group: J-Zone. Grade 4 to 7
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2009 CONCERT – Go Tell it on the Mountain
I had a clear dream. I had this big syringe with a big needle in front. I stuck the needle in to the Bible and filled the syringe with the word of God. I then injected the children with it. The children in turn took the enormous syringe from me (It took a whole lot of children to carry it) and injected others with it.
If something is going to be done, the best time to do it is now. So I took all the plays and songs and dances we had been doing the last six months and staged a play with the children...
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| J-Zone Concert |
...Up to this day we do not know what and who tried to disrupt our acts... If the enemy gets so upset about God’s plans then I know that the victory is eternal...
2010
“For I consider that the suffering of this present time are not worthy to be compared with that which shall be revealed in us.” Romans 8: 18
Before Easter of the year 2010 the ‘black box’ of the wreckage that crashed down on my life was found; but its secrets belong to God. Everything that had to do with penetrating my heart was recorded:..
...Now a strange think happened to me with the death of my sister .
...Now a strange think happened to me with the death of my sister .
...To understand what happened it is necessary for you to know that God is Spirit and God is not bound by time and space...
“But beloved do not forget this one thing, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years and a thousand years as one day.” 2 Peter 3: 8
2010 MARK
“….the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.” 1 Peter 5:8
The decision was made to pull the plug on Mark. The life supporting machines on this side of life switched off. It was the other side I was worried about...
...I was angry. I wanted to take this drug stained Mark and rub him in to every youth and shout: “This is the plan Satan has for you! Have a good look! Take that first drug and see your ending! This will be you lying in your own vomit on a pavement; forgotten. But if you think this ending is bad, you aint seen nothing yet! After this comes eternal hell. Eternally cut off from God, cursed and thrown in to the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels (Matthew 25: 41). Make your choice today. Choose Jesus. Be hungry for Him. Go, read all about Him. Feed and feed and feed on Jesus so that when you are tempted you can resist the devil and stand; so that when you fall you will get up. Jesus came to give you life in abundance. Don’t believe Satan’s lies about having fun. Take the step. Put your hand in the hand of Jesus. He gives eternal life. Oh how He loves you!!!!!
At this time my quiet time reading was in Genesis.
‘Is anything too hard for the Lord” Genesis 18:14
Lord, save Mark.
“…since I have begun, let me speak further to my Lord, even thought I am but dust and ashes” Genesis 18:27
Lord, save Mark. I plead with you. He accepted You as Lord when he was 14. Oh Lord, keep that covenant, even though he was unfaithful; show Your mercy. Hear my prayer. I pray in the righteousness of Jesus. Please. Please. Let it be true that my prayer has power. Then I will never stop praying for all my children and people.
“When Lot still hesitated, the angels seized his hand and the hands of his wife and two daughters and rushed them to safety outside the city, for the Lord was merciful. Genesis 19: 16
I fell down on my face and visited Mark in his coma.
“Mark, this is Aunty Glenda. Do you remember you gave your life to Jesus at the youth group in my home? Mark call on the name of Jesus. Believe that Jesus is the Son of God and died for your sins. “Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity” (Psalm 51: 7,9,)
“But God had listened to Abraham's request and kept Lot safe, …” Gen. 19: 29
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Tragedy
“He reveals deep and mysterious things and knows what lies hidden in darkness.” (Daniel 2: 22)
When you are sixty and the youngest of 5 sisters you expect that Jesus could be nearing completion of preparing a place and ready to fetch one of you. Then when He came to fetch my second oldest sister Hermie’s only daughter and grand daughter in one go you feel the crash, the silence and the darkness.
It happened in the night. It was a car accident near Graaff Reinet. 9 January 2010. Two weeks before Hermie’s 70th birthday
It must have been a terrible crash and then a terrible silence and then a terrible darkness.
That darkness, cold and silent enfolded itself around all our sisters.
“The Lord does whatever pleases Him” Psalm 135: 6
“For everything serves Your plans” Psalm 119: 91
“The Lord has made heaven His throne, from there He rules everything.” Psalm 1o3: 19.
I don’t know what people do who don’t know God.
I can only tell you what happened as I see it. I can never go in to Hermie’s heart and experience it. All I could do was to cry together with her on the phone.
My letter to my daughter Kimmie can capture my first thought and prayers.
Good morning Kimmie,
I did not sleep much. I also thought of all the people in the Bible who lost their children. I know Jacob could not be consoled when he was told Joseph was dead. David fell to pieces when Absalom was killed, even though Absalom had tried to kill him. David also would not eat when his baby from Bathsheba was deadly ill. Job lost all his kids in one go. Mary thought she lost her Son Jesus. I don’t know why I am shocked that God let it happen.
My first prayer in every one of my diaries are “Let Your Will Be Done” (together with ‘let me love you and don’t let me leave You.) So this is Gods will. All I can do is watch my sister crumble as if acid was poured over her body and soul and I can do nothing to stop it.
I can hope that God will have it in His will that Jesus fetches Hermie soon so that the pain will go away and she can be with the loving God who will explain everything to her (or wont have to because it wont matter then.) And she will see her beloved daughter and grand daughter and sister and husband, and all the mourning will turn to laughter and a joy that has not been experienced in this world.
I am on prayer duty in the church today. That is a hard one. For whatever request I will pray: God, you know what you have ordained in this day for this person. I thank You that You are in control and that You know what is best for us to prepare us for Your Kingdom. I will stand back and let Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
God said: “I will never leave you not forsake you.”
Jesus said: “I am with you always.”
Love you, Kimmie, my child, for now and for eternity. I thank God that you are His child.
Your Mom.
MOVIE OFFER 2010
On the 21 January 2010 I got a call from a man named Mendy Groner. He was from a film company called Memetic films. They had an office in Cape Town and also in Los Angeles
My first reaction was “NO”. I am a new person now. That dancer you want to tell about does not exist any more. That life was boring. If I had anything to tell it would be about now and about the excitement of having Jesus in my life.
He asked me to think about it...
...I had long discussions with God. What if the movie turned out to be a porno movie? God told me that I was not to be concerned about what people thought of me. If anyone had a problem with believing who I am now, then they had a problem with Jesus. Jesus died for my sins and everyone else’s sins, He was in the renewing business and I was living proof of what He could do with a life. Whoever did not believe what he did to me would have to look at their relationship with Jesus and work on more intimacy with Him. I was to hand everything over to Him and to trust and obey...
SWARTRUGGENS
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NEW LIFE: Swartruggens 1966 – 1968
I arrived at Swartruggens an uncut stone and ended up blossoming in to the head girl of Rodeon High in Swartruggens. Then went on to pass matric with a first class and achieve a teacher’s diploma. Only by the grace of God is that possible.
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| Glenda Kemp Grade 12 1968 |
My Foster Parents – The Baumbachs.
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WIEKUS 2011
Wiekus – The cross, the man and the conviction.
..At 9 am I look out the window. What I see at the gate makes my mouth hang open.
Glenda Kemp: To find out where I come from and who I was click 'about' tab. To know more about my life now, click on 'Diary' tab. To know about the book that is soon to be published on my life, click the 'Book' tab.
Latest updates:
church plays (19 January 2012)
New Year challenge! I dare you! (Go to the Home' tab on this blog. (31 Dec. 2011)
church plays (19 January 2012)
New Year challenge! I dare you! (Go to the Home' tab on this blog. (31 Dec. 2011)
YOU MUST SEE THIS! A new video on 'My Dog' . Dog versus Crab. Blow for blow, roll for roll, pinch for pinch. (Not for sensitive viewers.) 30/12/2011
'Book': Walking the streets of London in my underwear. 29 Dec 2011
Book tab: *snake. Dead or alive; the show must go on. *Miraculous protection. *London: my first day at work. 26 Dec. 2011
Christmas 2011 Baby Jesus 24Dec. 2011
'My Dog' (A dog is a dog is a dog) 7/12/2011
Treasure photo - 12/7/2012
Glenda Kemp the snake dancer: To find out where I come from and who I was click 'about' tab. To know more about my life now, click on 'Diary' tab. To read a study on what every Christian should know, go to: http://glendakempharper.blogspot.com/2011/03/come-and-join-me_13.html To know about the book that is soon to be published on my life, read here. More information if you scroll to the very end of this page.
