All Glory to the Hypno-Toad
Link and photo courtesy of shirozora.
So the Westboro Baptist "Church" has been "protesting" at Comic Con. Idiots.
By Jimbo, I despise everything about this little "church" and their idiotic people-hating ways. I don't even hate them--don't want to waste the energy. But I deeply, deeply despise them. They are everything that my kind of Christianity is not about (which is more like Godspell than anything else, if you're curious).
I think my first experience with them, or a group like them, was several years ago when I was driving into downtown Fort Wayne with an older lady in my church, Lauretta, and her husband to go to a concert at the philharmonic. A younger girl was going with us too--I was college-age. And we drove by this group of people standing by the courthouse freezing their butts off and waving their rainbow-colored "God Hates Fags" signs. I was utterly horrified.
Before I could say anything, though, Lauretta made a sound of complete and total disappointment and disparagement and said, "Oh, God does not hate! God is love!"
And I loved Lauretta in that moment more than I loved anyone else in the world. Not just because I wanted to hear it, but because the young girl with us needed to hear it too. (Lauretta was also the lady who counseled me when I was going through depression during that period in my life, and she helped me move past a lot of really bad things. I love her a lot. I also gave her and her husband a teeny weeny part in The Lights of Home.)
Ugh. Those people.
So the Westboro Baptist "Church" has been "protesting" at Comic Con. Idiots.
By Jimbo, I despise everything about this little "church" and their idiotic people-hating ways. I don't even hate them--don't want to waste the energy. But I deeply, deeply despise them. They are everything that my kind of Christianity is not about (which is more like Godspell than anything else, if you're curious).
I think my first experience with them, or a group like them, was several years ago when I was driving into downtown Fort Wayne with an older lady in my church, Lauretta, and her husband to go to a concert at the philharmonic. A younger girl was going with us too--I was college-age. And we drove by this group of people standing by the courthouse freezing their butts off and waving their rainbow-colored "God Hates Fags" signs. I was utterly horrified.
Before I could say anything, though, Lauretta made a sound of complete and total disappointment and disparagement and said, "Oh, God does not hate! God is love!"
And I loved Lauretta in that moment more than I loved anyone else in the world. Not just because I wanted to hear it, but because the young girl with us needed to hear it too. (Lauretta was also the lady who counseled me when I was going through depression during that period in my life, and she helped me move past a lot of really bad things. I love her a lot. I also gave her and her husband a teeny weeny part in The Lights of Home.)
Ugh. Those people.