You may have heard the news. It seems that Fred Phelps may be close to death. In case you can't quite place the significance of the person, Phelps founded the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas. This small, but extremely vocal and controversial church, is best known for their picketing of things like funerals of military persons. Their signs condemn, in unspeakable language, gay and lesbian individuals in particular, as well as America itself in general. They believe that the deaths of our service men and women are a sign of God's judgment on our nation because we "condone" homosexuality. Their signs are some of the most vitriolic, hate-filled things I have ever seen, and their actions have been hurtful beyond measure - to families, to the general witness of the Church, to Christianity in this nation. People outside of the Church look at them and think all of us Christians must be crazy, hateful people who serve a vengeful, hateful God... just as people look at groups like the Taliban and assume that all Muslims are violent extremists who want to kill anyone not like them.
To say that I have mixed feelings about the news of Phelps' impending death would be an understatement. One of his sons, who left the "church" long ago, has said that Phelps was excommunicated from his own congregation last fall. If that's the case, then Fred must be facing his mortality incredibly alone - isolated from the sect he founded, and alienated from many members of his own family.
I do not want to say that I hate Fred Phelps, everything he has stood for, and all his teachings and actions that have caused such incalculable pain in so many people. However, it's Lent... and during Lent I remember that I'm called to be honest before God and myself about my sins. And so I confess to you, my sisters and brothers, that "hate" may not be a completely inaccurate description of what I have felt.
But during Lent I also am called to remember that I not only need to ask for forgiveness for my own sins, but also to extend forgiveness to all who have wronged me and others. It's easy to say that I forgive somebody in the abstract. But Jesus did not love us in the abstract. Jesus did not love his enemies in the abstract. Jesus did not suffer in the abstract. Jesus was not betrayed in the abstract. Jesus did not hang on the cross and die in the abstract. To love my enemies, and to speak words of forgiveness (whether they ask for it or not), means that I need to pray for Fred Phelps, because, as much as I detest him and everything he stands for, he is my brother in Christ. He is a beloved child of God. He is a sinner in need of God's love and grace... just as I am.
When I ask God to "forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us," that doesn't just refer to somebody who took my parking place or who had a cartful of groceries at Wegman's in the line for "12 items or less." It means Fred Phelps. It meant Osama bin Laden. It means ___ (fill in the blank for the person whom you most detest).
So, whatever he is facing at this very moment, may God have mercy on Fred Phelps and surround him with grace. May he begin to experience even now the love that he found so hard to extend to others. May God be with him and fill him with the healing light of Jesus.
And may God so be with us all, and with everyone.