A Love Letter To Fred Phelps….

I’ve been thinking of starting a ‘Feel Good Friday’ feature, and then I came across this. Pretty much nothing I could write would top the positive message this one post sends out! Sorry followers, but it’s all downhill from here 🙂 In all seriousness though, this is an amazing 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.

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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