A Love Letter To Fred Phelps….

As a blogger, there are two things with which I struggle. The first is not writing as often as I’d like. The second is not reading other people’s blogs as much as I’d like.

I took a moment to read the most recent post by Chris Boeskool. To say he’s an excellent blogger is an understatement. I am sharing his post with you because he’s able to capture so eloquently and sincerely the thoughts and feelings I have surrounding the news that Fred Phelps is near death. More importantly, Chris’ post is a perfect reminder of the grace we’re called to show on those who may hurt and persecute us.

Kudos, Chris, on a superbly written piece.

The Boeskool

Dear Mr. Phelps,

You don’t know me, but I’ve heard of you.  Last year when I went to the Final Four, I heard that some Westboro Baptist folks would be protesting there, and I thought about making a sign that said, “THESE PEOPLE DO NOT REPRESENT JESUS.” I’m so glad I didn’t waste my time on a sign. When I finally saw the protestors and heard their silly songs, it all just seemed comically sad. There is no way any thinking person could mistake that spectacle for anything that had to do with Jesus. I’m way more worried about the people calling themselves Christians who are trying to keep their hatred a secret….  At least your hatred was overt enough that everyone knew you were full of shit.

They say "Live your life in such a way that the Westboro Baptist Church will want to picket your funeral." Man.... How cool would that be? It’s hard to see them back there because you’re probably focusing on that amazing mustache, but those are some WBCers in the background…

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