Where is God in these times?
In a time of a global pandemic that has killed almost 200,000 Americans, civil unrest in the streets, and an economy in tatters, I have been blessed with the opportunity to share my thoughts with you during this unique time in history. I decided to contribute to this blog in the form of a personal letter to each of you.
Rev. Kendrick Kemp’s Ordination Service with Captions
A THEOLOGY OF RESILIENCE:
DEFYING THE STATUS QUO
In The Disabled God: Toward a Liberatory Theology of Disability, Nancy L. Eiesland writes
about her experiences being disabled. Eiesland develops a theology of liberation out of tragedy,
as does James Cone with A Black Theology of Liberation. However, Cone’s tragedy is not
cognitive or developmental, nor are his physical or sensory capabilities impaired. Rather, Cone’s
tragedy is a uniquely American tragedy. It is a tragedy born out of a desire for some to justify
having more at the expense of others. It is one of privilege and status. It is a tragedy of power. It
is the tragedy of race.
Rev. Kendrick Kemp on Black Liberation Theology of Disability: The Heumann Perspective
Kendrick Kemp: A Biography… Thus Far
- Theological and Biological Roots
In 1960 Jesse Kemp migrated from Jefferson County, Georgia to rural Rochester, New York. She applied for a job at a state hospital. After two years of gainful employment, working weekdays at the hospital, and weekends picking fruit on local farms, Jesse returned to Georgia to visit with family. When she left Georgia, Jesse had company: her brothers, their wives, and their children. Her youngest nephew, Kendrick, who was six months old at the time, refers to his aunt as the Harriet Tubman of the Kemps.
Learn More about Rev. Kendrick Aruthur Kemp.
Introduction for Kendrick Arthur Kemp & Black Liberation Theology of Disability:
I was 20 years old when I had my first stroke.
It was a Sunday morning, and most of the family had left for church while my older brother and I were sleeping off a night of partying. I was on my way downstairs for some breakfast when suddenly I could not feel my legs. I grabbed the railing and called for my brother, who did not answer. Scared, I continued down the stairs, gripping the railing. After a couple more steps, I fell. The last thing I remember is my brother’s look of terror as he came down the stairs, having heard the crash of my fall.
Kendrick Kemp Tompkins Cortland Community College Invocation 2017
Kendrick Kemp. ST 103. Ms. Tracy Riggle Young. September 12, 2013
I am a pastor’s kid. My father and both of my grandfathers were Baptist preachers. My faith is inherited. It is my birthright. I was brought up believing what Reverend Chris Shelton of Broadway Presbyterian Church refers to as my “grandfather’s theology.” It is a theology that had been passed down from generation to generation, from Kemp to Kemp. It is simplistic. There were little, if any, opportunities to ask questions. But, I asked anyway, disregarding etiquette. I was trying to make sense of… of this God.
When I was 17 my best friend died. He was buried on January 5th. The date is easy to remember because it is my birthday.
A sermon by Kendrick Arthur Kemp