The most appropriate response to the death of Fred Phelps that I have read to date. A wonderful act of grace with a healthy dose of mockery and derision.
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.
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