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A Christian’s Only 2 Options for Dealing with Fred Phelps’ Death

Recently news was released that Fred Phelps, founder of the highly controversial Westboro Baptist Church, was “on the edge of death” in a hospice center in Kansas.  If you’re not familiar with Mr. Phelps and WBC’s work, here’s a LINK (here’s the Wiki).  To say that the way they present the Gospel of Jesus is perverse and maddening would be gross understatement.  It literally goes against every tenant of following Christ that He outlined in His teaching.  Sadly this couldn’t even be a discussion about what is considered “sin”, because the real issue is the hate and contempt that they use to deliver their message of condemnation and the repulsive way they portray MY God as a something He is not.  It used to make me angry that people might associate me, as a Christian, with this “church”, that is until I read an article by Justin Lee, Executive Director of GCN, titled “You Love Gay People? That’s Great. Prove It.”  In that article he confirms, what I’ve long hoped to be true, that gay people realize that people like those in Westboro Baptist are extremist and not really Christian.  (Quick side note:  This is a great article and gave some much-needed perspective to a lot of stuff I’ve been praying and thinking on.)

With that said I think it’s worth discussing what our Christian response to Fred’s impending death should look like.  As I see it, if you call yourself a Christians, a follower of the loving and forgiving God that the Bible declares (this doesn’t eliminate Him being just, that’s actually part of Him being Love), we really only have two choices in how we address Fred Phelps’ life and death.

1.  Forgive and pray.

Because this is Jesus “M.O.” it should be ours.  Our God, displayed in our savior as He hung dying on a cross, is in the business of forgiving and praying for those that condemn and reject Him.  I’m not suggesting that we are all, or even must be, at that place right this minute, but we should definitely be seeking to get to that place. That place is a place where forgiveness, prayer and love are our answers to hate.  Jesus was pretty clear when He said, “Love you enemy and pray for those that persecute you.”  To be fair, in this situation, forgiveness and prayer isn’t really an impossible decision for me.  Am I angry at what WBC says and does? Yes.  Am I angry at how they portray my Jesus and those that seek to truly follow Him? Yes, again.  Am I angry at WBC for driving away a group of people who already feel hurt by the Church and that Jesus wants to reveal His love to?  Another yes.  Are they persecuting me directly? No.  Can I forgive them and pray for them, even though I’m angry? Absolutely I can, but only because of Jesus.

2.  Not say anything.

This might actually be the best place to use the old adage, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”  Or better yet, the golden rule, “So whatever you wish that others would do to you do also to them.” fits really well in this situation and in this case means, if you don’t want people being hateful toward you, then don’t be hateful toward them.  Honestly it’s tempting to spew back the same hate and contempt toward WBC that their words and actions have communicated for nearly a quarter century.  It’s tempting to want to bullhorn scream condemnation to such a misguided and destructive group of people; especially when they claim to serve the same God that I do.  It would also be easy to cheer Fred’s demise or protest his funeral as a way to snub WBC.  But it would only serve to blacken and harden your heart and draw you far from God.  Hate only ever begets more hate.  So, as a Christian, if you’re not able to forgive and pray for him, then the only other real option, if you claim to follow Jesus, is to not say anything.  I don’t claim to know what it’s like for someone you might know to have been directly hurt by WBC.  I imagine it’s an infuriating feeling to know someone you love suffered the hurt of such condemning words, especially in circumstances like mourning a lost loved one and having WBC show up.  I can’t conceive that anger or hurt.  If that is where you’re at, I’m sorry they hurt you.  All I know to do, from times I’ve been deeply hurt by another, is to seek out the counsel and prayer of other mature believers and then go to God in prayer.  Pray for comfort and guidance.  Pray for healing and peace.  God won’t abandon you in that pursuit.

To be clear, this is not a call to silence anyone’s anger.  As a Christian this type of behavior and hate should drive you to anger and you should voice that anger.  But anger becomes righteous or sinful with the actions that follow it.  Voice your anger, and then pray for Fred?  That’s righteous.  Voice your anger, and then picket his funeral with “God Hates Fred” posters?  That’s the same sin and hate as WBC.  If anyone should want to picket Fred’s funeral it should be those families of the soldiers whose funerals were protested and the gay community that was tormented.  But so many aren’t taking that stance.  In fact actor/director George Takei (best known as the Mr. Sulu on the original Star Trek – and for me at least, Kaito Nakamura on Heroes) posted this on his FB page.

George Takei on Fred Phelps

There is hope in this.

There’s one last thing I want to address based on a pretty good conversation that my wife and I had about this whole thing.  It might be tempting to entertain the thought that this may be God’s wrath or judgment poured out on Fred.  Whether this is God’s justice or not isn’t our concern; it may or may not be.  What I do know is that God’s wrath was poured out on His son as He hung on a cross, some 2000 years ago, to atone for our sins, ensuring that we never (if we choose) have to experience His wrath.  No one except Fred Phelps and God know what is happening in Fred’s heart while he lies in that hospice center.  Like it or not, as long as he’s breathing God can still draw Fred back and that’s between him and God.  Until you breathe your last, you’re never too far from God and that should be a relief to all of us.

What are your thought?  Is there another way Christians should or could respond?

She’s Usually Right.

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Just to be clear, “she” is my lovely wife, Sarah.  This blog is not an attempt to earn brownie points.  I titled it that for two reasons.  First, she told me to.  I’m serious about that.  After telling her what I had been feeling and thinking, then telling her I was going to blog it, she said, “You should title it, ‘She’s Always Right.’” I changed it a little, but it still has the same effect.  Second, it’s true.  Not that I’m not ever right, but sometimes there are issues that I am so close to or so passionate about, I can’t see past them.  In those times she’s able to see things I don’t.  I don’t always accept them right away, but eventually I do.  Being that I’m a fairly “passionate” guy about a lot of things, this situation is not unusual.  This blog is about one of those issues.  Without further ado, enjoy her rightness…

I grew up in church.  We were mostly Sunday and pretty often Wednesday Christians, which loosely translated means we were pretty good Christians.  I mean, we were in church twice a week and usually tithed something, so we were legit.  During most of my time in church, and even until I was 30, I didn’t hear a lot about discipleship.  I heard the word disciple, but it was used to describe the 12 that followed Jesus and not much else. For sure it wasn’t attached to the idea of an interpersonal relationship between a mature and new believer in which the mature believer helped to usher in the fruit of the spirit in the new believer within an environment of fellowship, communion, and accountability and grace filled love.  Or at least I never heard that.  Maybe I missed that Sunday.  Instead, much of being a Christian revolved around a list of rules I should follow and a set of behaviors and actions I ought to refrain from.  At its most basic it was behavior modification.

Quote 1 - She's Usually RightBecause of that, for most of my young Christian life I struggled and fought to keep a set of rules, that honestly, I was horrible at keeping.  I started to, and eventually did, become deeply cynical.  I loathed those rules.  They made me feel inadequate, very much a failure and often times guilty.   But, I liked the idea of being a Christian, it was the American way after all, so eventually I just held onto the title and abandoned the rules.  Then just after turning 30, I fell into an abyss of life crumbling change, in the form of a chaotic divorce.  But, it was through that that God started revealing the truth about being a Christian and what it really meant to follow Jesus.  He placed amazing and godly men and women in my life.  Through those relationships I was gifted the opportunity to experience real discipleship and real relationships for the first time in my life.  It changed me profoundly.

During that time, and right up until recently, one of the most important things God started revealing to me was what it meant to live as and be a man of God; I think the most popular term is currently “authentic manhood”.  I began hearing sermon after sermon and sat through multiple studies, authored by some notable pastors, which addressed what it meant to be a real man of God.  It was immediately clear that for most of my life I had fallen drastically short of that standard.  As a newly divorced, single dad, God used those sermons and studies and people close to me to grab a hold of my heart and move me toward being that man.  My two young sons deserved that from me and no doubt my future wife did as well.  So I dived headlong into figuring out authentic manhood.

During that time I studied the bible, sought counsel, journaled and listened to every message I could get a hold of in order to gain a whole picture of an authentic Jesus following man.  It wasn’t long before I was confident what that man looked like.  I quickly started seeing those qualities emerging in me, as did others.  Through that, I developed a heart to disciple other men.  I also began teaching those qualities and even individually counseling other guys on them.  God was absolutely faithful in drawing close to me as I sought to draw close to Him.  For the sake of blog length and time I’m not going to go into the actual traits.  You can Google “authentic manhood” and hid plenty on the topic.  I’ll also provide a list of blogs I’ve written on it, at the end of this post.

Everything I just wrote was to punctuate the fact that I was whole heartedly dedicated to seeing guys become MEN of God.  It was all biblical and it was all good and beneficial stuff.  I grew a lot over those couple years.  By the end it seemed almost effortless.  By the time I met the woman that would become my wife, Sarah, I felt absolutely prepared to be the husband she needed me to be.  Except for one thing I didn’t account for.  Trying to live out authentic biblical manhood within a marriage actually involved another person.  Knowing the principals that make up manhood before God are fairly easy to discern if you’re in your bible and learning from godly men.  Because of that I would play out scenarios in my head, ones that I had experienced in the past as a husband.  Then I would look at where I failed, apply the appropriate godly principle and the result was magic.  It literally worked out every time.  Quote 2 - She's Usually RightThat was before marriage and before I actually had to consider another person’s personality, needs, hang-ups and flaws. (Ftr, I’m not saying my wife has flaws.  What I am saying is that I’m probably going to go buy her some jewelry.)  Sometimes I joke about this by saying; marriage would be easy if it didn’t require two people.  But truth be told, it wouldn’t be much fun and I wouldn’t have an amazing collection of women’s shoes in my closet.  So, to be clear, knowing those principles was easy (and half the battle), application would prove to be more difficult.

Almost immediately after we married, living all of these principles of authentic manhood consecutively and consistently became difficult.  And with every passing day, it became increasingly more difficult.  I didn’t understand what was happening.  I had it down before marriage.  I had journals full of what it took.  I had taught a dozen times on it; counselled a dozen guys, but it seemed as if I would fail in at least one of these principles every other day.  Sarah would often tell me to stop trying so hard.  She would say that I didn’t need to live up to this impression of manhood that I thought was necessary.  I know she appreciated my desire and the effort I put in to be a godly husband, but she told me a number of times that I placed so much emphasis on it and pressure on myself to not fail at it, that it was quickly becoming counter-productive and robbing us of the ability to just enjoy each other.

My only thought was that she HAD to be wrong.  What I knew about biblical manhood was right!  It was good!  It was biblical, for the love of Jesus!  But, she was right.  She usually is.  I had taken the very principles that God intended to use to produce fruit in me and that were meant to be a blessing to my wife, children and others, into a list of rules.  All of the sudden I was 15 years old and trying to fight the feelings of inadequacy and guilt for failing to live up to the standard set against me.  Except this time it wasn’t the church.  This time it was me.  I took good and beneficial teaching and turned it into something unattainable and it was hurting my wife, my kids and me.  The saddest part is that she told me it was hurting us, but I was so stuck on the fact that the teaching was right, not even that I was right, but that the principles were, that I out-rightly rejected the possibility that she was speaking the truth.

Quote 4 - She's Usually RightI don’t want to make it seem as if I’m downing “authentic” manhood.  I’m not.  I believe and know there is a standard by which God desires us, as men of God, to live.  What I am saying is that if you’re not careful, it can create more burden than problems it solves.  Authentic/godly/biblical manhood isn’t about behavior modification.  It’s about character change and real character change only happens through Jesus.  You want to be a godly man?  Then know that you become godly by seeking and being with God.  It starts with being obedient to the two commands He set before us; love God and love others.  Those “others” begin with your wife and kids (if you’re single, it begins with those people that God has placed in your immediate circle).   There’s no magic formula, no set of rules; there’s only Jesus and His grace and mercy.  As you seek manhood, these principles ought to be the fruit of your pursuit of God.  Fruit doesn’t come easy or without work, but it does come.

Here are some of my previous blogs that talk on those principles:

The 40 Year-Old…Failure to Launch…The Notebook! (Four Part Series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Be a Man of God…It’s Easy Right?

Grace.

Sometimes I confuse it.
I think I have to earn it. I forget that it runs freely from the center of His being.

Sometimes I abuse it.
I let my mind talk me into things my spirit wants no part of.  It whispers, “Remember grace? It’s there for when you mess up, so go ahead and mess up.”

Sometimes I reject it.
I convince myself that I’ve gone too far this time.  That somehow I’ve exhausted His supply and He no longer has enough for me.

Sometimes I hide from it.
I worry that the grace poured out on me will only be wasted because there’s no way that I can live up to what He’s calling me to.

Sometimes I don’t recognize it.  When I’ve been too harsh with my children or indifferent to my wife and they still want anything to do with me, I don’t see it’s because of Him.

Sometimes I ignore it.
I go about my day refusing to accept or extend it.  Maybe I’m too busy, or distracted, or apathetic, or self-involved; who knows.

Sometimes I flaunt it.
I’m so proud when I offer grace to those that are so undeserving.  If you got a second, I can tell you about it.

Sometimes I embrace it.  When I realize what’s good for me and that I’ve strayed to far, I scoop it up in arm fulls.  Actually, writing that out kind of makes me think that that’s still pretty pompous. 

But sometimes… 

Sometimes I collapse under its weight.  Those are times when it seems as if I’ve reached the limit of the depth of His well.  Those are the times I remember the ragamuffin’s cry that “we are all beggars at the door of God’s mercy.”  Those are the times that I fall under the glory of the truth that Jesus came into the world “full of grace and truth.”  And in that grace He offers forgiveness, reconciliation, comfort, healing, joy and love.  And there is enough.  There’s always enough.

He is grace.

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