Jun 25 2005
What happens if you crash a party and no one cares?
Well, needless to say we didn’t make it in to see Reverend Graham last night. We just couldn’t navigate the sheer mass of people that was there. To put in perspective the estimated 60,000 people who were there last night alone, Shea Stadium, home of my New York Mets only holds 57,400 people.
Beth and I decided after hanging around a bit that we would just head home, so we did, and on the way out the Fred Phelps morons were out in force. All ten of them. Some volunteers from Graham’s group were debating them, and some pedestrians walking by (some of them obviously from out of town) were openly mocking their nastiness.
Phelps and his ilk can’t stand Graham. A true Christian in every sense of the word preaching a message of love to those who’ll hear it is like sunlight to a vampire for the Phelps crowd of Godhatesfags.com fame.
Graham’s greatest accomplishment may very well be proving to the world that there are true Christians out there on the other side of the Phelps “everyone is going to hell” crowd, and for that alone, I deeply admire him.
He’s a voice that’s going to be missed, but his legacy will last forever.
