Who Are We To Judge?

So, Fred Phelps finally kicked it, eh? I'd like to be a good Christian and point out that it is G-d's job to judge, not mine - that whole "Judge not, lest ye be judged" part. Except that Phelps himself never gave the benefit of the doubt. I won't judge Phelps' soul - that is His job, and one I care not to attempt.

But what we can do, however, is judge Phelps' actions while on this earthly plane.

According to Westboro, the church has picketed more than 53,000 events, ranging from Lady Gaga concerts to funerals for slain U.S. soldiers. Typically, a dozen or so church members -- including small children -- will brandish signs that say "God Hates Fags" and "Thank God for Dead Soldiers."
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Under Phelps' leadership, Westboro members have preached that every calamity, from natural disasters to the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting in Newtown, Connecticut, is God's punishment for the country's acceptance of homosexuality. Phelps had advocated for gays and lesbians to be put to death.

You know what? I hope Phelps honestly and truly did believe that he was doing some twisted version of the Lord's work. Because it's going to make his judgement that much sweeter, when he is told in no uncertain terms that promulgating hatred of his fellow man is most certainly not His will. And then Phelps is going to wonder why it got so hot all of a sudden.

I'm pretty confident that, no matter what His inclinations might be, claiming that one of His creatures should be put to death because of who they love is a big no no. The whole "hate the sin, love the sinner" part. G-d didn't send His son down here to die for our sins so some shitheel in Kansas can picket funerals, sorry.


Phelps had every right to do what he did, don't get me wrong -- but I have every right to take a metaphorical dump on his grave.

That is all.