I am a difficult person for whom do buy presents, mostly because I am a difficult person in general. I return all clothing that is bought for me on principle. My parents know this well. So, this year, they made me a small shirt and tie out of five one dollar bills (complete with small rock tie clip, and buttons attached at the bottom). This proves three things.
1. My parents have too much time on their hands.
2. My parents are really out of touch with the inflation of clothing prices since the mid 1930s.
3. My mom and dad love me! (Love you too mom and dad!)
I told you it would look better in the dark!
Stage 2 of operation “Put House Christmas Lights Up” is complete!
To be fair, I am hoping it looks better in the dark.
When the few Westboro members who came to town failed to create a ruckus at Fayette Highschool today, they made their way across to Central Methodist University.
We are tempted to ask why, but asking questions assumes that there is a rational person to answer them. That is clearly lacking in this case.
Ultimately, looking at this picture, I feel sorry more than anything else. In their lostness, these people have rejected love of God and neighbor. As inevitably happens, the vacuum left behind yearns to be filled. But, unable to grasp love, they have confused love with attention. Now, they are even unable to gain the attention they seek. Can you imagine a person doing anything more in order to try to become the subject (or even the object) of another person’s attention? And, this is the result … a picture. Westboro protesters have become roadside attractions for curious onlookers, who stare as do those who are passing the shells of cars left from a previous wreck. It is hard to imagine a more vivid image of the simultaneously absurd and banal results of sin afflicting a human life.
*Photo credit to Kidus Birhanu