If you look up Sweet Old Lady in the dictionary, you would find a picture of Mrs. Dorothy Kemp.
When I was growing up, Mrs. Kemp was the prominent piano teacher in our circle of acquaintances. She took children from all walks of life and brought music into their lives.
(Not me, of course. Mom had already recruited my talented Aunt Jan for my piano training, and after one brief recital, I told my parents that I and the piano were not destined to be lifelong friends. After my torturous performance at the recital, I believe they were quite relieved to hear I didn’t envision myself a blossoming virtuoso.)
Even back then, Mrs. Kemp was so full of Jesus’ love and joy, she seemed to float a few inches off the ground. In time, though, her back became hunched, and she held on to her walker, as she shuffled to as many events as she could.
Over the years, I’ve glimpsed her at visitations, funerals, wedding, receptions, open houses, and special occasions. With her extensive roster of former students, she was always on one invitation list or another.
The other thing that set Mrs. Kemp apart was her desire to spread the Good News. She always had a tract in hand and would slip one into your hand, quick as lightning.
I remember on more than one occasion, a recipient handing the tract back, saying, “I’m already saved, Mrs. Kemp.” They’d smile at her, obviously believing she suffered from dementia.
She’d look up, genuinely return the smile, and say, “Well, then pass it on, dearie. Pass it on.”
On Saturday, Mrs. Kemp went to be with her beloved Lord and Savior. I’ve no doubt she heard the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” And perhaps immediately secured a pianist position in the heavenly choir.
If you remember Mrs. Kemp, and if she added a light of blessing to your life as she did mine, please stop by this link (Rockford Register Star) and sign the guestbook.
My sympathies go out to her family, friends, and loved ones.
She lived a godly life, left us all an example, and struck a note of wonder in all she met.