Have you ever noticed that God's path for our journey is not the one we would have chosen for ourselves? I'm not just talking about the "big" things, either (jobs, locations, church affiliations, etc.). I'm talking about the journey : the day-to-day places of our lives. Still confused? Let me illustrate. Several years ago, while on my lunch break from work, I chose a booth away from the lunch crowd. I had been around crowds enough at work. I just needed some quiet for a few minutes. As I was finishing up the last of my fries, the Holy Spirit spoke very clearly to me: See that woman over there? The one carrying her tray away from the front counter? You need to go pray for her. My immediate reaction was: NO WAY! God, You know what a crazy morning it has been at the store. I am not going over there, disturbing some complete stranger's lunch, invading her privacy, only to look like a fool! And why does it matter what anyone in this place thinks of you? You w...
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These people are protesting this man because he's a veteran?
Because he fought to free people from a wicked communist regime that would have squashed the likes of Fred Phelps and co. without even thinking about it?
Because he happened to live in Greensburg and was kiled by a tornado?
Because Greensburg, as everyone knows, is such a haven of abominable sin that God needed to wipe it out with a tornado (Not!) while leaving places like San Franciso and New York untouched?
I really don't see the point here.
If Fred Phelps believes an iota of Scripture then he should give some prayerful reflection to the fact that we will be judged with the judgment that we meted out to others. One wonders, then, what atrocities await his funeral, or the judgment immediately following.