I try to not hate, you know? But I did a happy dance when Falwell died, and I’ll do one when Robertson dies. I sometimes hope there is a hell, just so those fuckers can roast.
Undercover Nun does not mean this to be a rebuke, because I totally understand how you feel and why you’d feel this way. I live in the same city as the esteemed Mr. Robertson, which can be a real pain.
Undercover Nun’s prayer when Mr. Falwell died was much different from yours. I believe Jesus when he tells the parable of the workers in the vineyard, that at the end of the day, every single one of us is eligible for the same wage — God’s loving grace, forgiveness, and invitation to heaven. This means that Mr. Falwell is kicking it in the kingdom, along with Mother Theresa, all the saints, and even notorious sinners like Al Capone and Jack the Ripper. So my prayer for Mr. Falwell went like this: I pray that when Mr. Falwell was welcomed into heaven, he was very surprised at the company he found there.
I pray the same prayer for Mr. Robertson and for anyone else who preaches a gospel of exclusivity, of elitism, of having to earn grace, of fear or hate or anger. May these be welcomed into heaven, and may they be very surprised at the company they find there.
(Source: teapartyjesus)
