When news circulated that the notorious Westboro Baptist Church was planning to protest the "home-going" service of our nation's most beloved citizen, poet, author, civil-rights activist, and sister sage to us all, Dr. Maya Angelou, there was a collective gasp of disbelief.
Although I can't control all of it, after working with Brad, Terrie and their talented team this last year, I can make this commitment: This investment will not return empty. We will change hearts and minds. We will save lives.
Fred Phelps, until his death in March this year, and his Westboro Baptist Church -- composed mainly of family members -- travel around the country pro...
As you would expect, he was a braggart, but he mainly wanted to demonstrate to us what an efficient operation he led. Like a company marketeer, he proudly walked us around, Vanna Whiteing the number of printers and fax machines.
We may never see the results of our work but maybe, just maybe, that one small word or that one small gesture will save someone.
Live your life's story by writing it through the actions by which you want to be remembered.
Often it is my second thought that is best, and that was true when it came to Fred Phelps.
Thank you, Fred Phelps. Thank you for enraging us, empowering us and uniting us. Thank you for bringing together LGBT and civil-rights activists, veterans and pacifists, bikers and schoolteachers, Republicans and Democrats, atheists and believers.
Many seem to be rejoicing over Phelps death, but we should be mourning because Phelps and his vile ideology helped shine a light on the true evil of bigotry and homophobia. The WBC has spurred people to sympathize with and rally behind the LGBT movement.
My spirituality demands that I be critical of my ego and critical of my anger. It is suspiciously easy to react to the elimination of a hateful force like Fred Phelps with love, rather than mockery and resentment. But there is so much space between.
God: You were expecting some white man with a beard. Puleeeaze! Fred: But you're Black, and you look like Barbra Streisand.
Every life lived has something to teach us about ourselves and God, does it not?
I'm sending a casserole to Fred Phelps' daughter, Shirley Phelps-Roper -- a person I'm proud, and somewhat befuddled, to call an old friend.
Too bad Fred Phelps didn't understand that Sodom was condemned not for sodomy or homosexuality but for the sin of inhospitality and hostility to strangers. They had to answer too. Now it's Fred Phelps' turn.
From the start, Fred had near-zero support for his particular brand of homophobia. He hated "fags" and "fag-lovers" and Kansans hated Fred. No one asks why we hated Fred. It's obvious. But I've always felt uneasy with the simplicity of our hatred.
I'm impressed with the collective restraint being shown by the gay community (and our friends) in the wake of Rev. Fred Phelps Sr.'s death -- a man wh...