Of course you probably know that Fred Phelps died last week.
The event was a bit more significant here in my neck of the woods, with Westboro being just about 90 minutes away. That’s close enough that there have been plenty of Westboro Baptist Church pickets here in Kansas City.
Just about anyone would consider Westboro Baptist Church a hate group. Just about anyone would consider the life of it’s founder, Fred Phelps, to have been wasted. His legacy has been a waste.
He was a frustrated, angry man on the fringes, who as a lawyer used to work civil rights cases, then was defeated for political office seven times, and then built a church as a platform for his frustrations.
And even though he is gone, WBC lives on, with enough energy to even protest the Lourde concert here in town, for no apparent reason.
I have spent the last few days thinking about what the death of this man means, a man so famous for being so hateful.
And the thing is, perhaps quite by accident, the life of Fred Phelps quite plainly confronts many of the truths that you and I hold to be absolute. Continue Reading…