The founder of the controversial Westboro Baptist Church, Reverend Fred Phelps Dr. died on March 19, Hollywoodlife.com can confirm.
Fred Phelps was being treated at a Shaynee County facility in for an unknown health problem when he passed away at 84 around 11:15 PM on March 19. He was known for running the Westboro Church in Topeka, Kansas, which became one of the most controversial for protesting at funerals of soldiers, and loudly voicing their ant-gay sentiments.
Fred Phelps Dead At 84
The Rev. had been being treated in a facility near Topeka, but spokesman Steve Drain would not reveal which.
“I can tell you that Fred Phelps is having some health problems,” Steve said in a statement. “He’s an old man, and old people get health problems.”
The Baptist church, filled mostly with family of Fred’s, was brought into public eye over the years for its absue of the free-speech laws. Following federal laws and state laws limiting picketing at funerals because of their behaviour, The U.S. Supreme Court announced in 2011 that the church could not be sued because of the First Amendment.
Nate Phelps, Fred’s estranged son who left the church 37 years ago, revealed to the Associated Press that his father had been voted out of the church during summer 2013 “after some kind of falling out.” Nate added that members worried he would warm himself so they moved him out of the church and into a home. Shortly after, he stopped eating and he was moved into hospice.
The church does not have a leader now, Stave added. Additionally, Nate said he wouldn’t be surprised if there were protesters at his father’s funeral.
Fred Phelps Death — Full Statement
HollywoodLife.com spoke with the spokesman, who confirmed the passing occurred at approximately 11:15 PM, and directed us to the full statement from the church:
Fred W. Phelps, Sr. Has Gone The Way of All Flesh, And Has Died on March 19, 2014
Westboro Baptist Church Issues the Following Commentary:
Psalm 2:1 ¶ Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
The world-wide media has been has been in a frenzy during the last few days, gleefully anticipating the death of my grandfather, Fred Waldron Phelps Sr. It has been an unprecedented, hypocritical, vitriolic explosion of words.
Do they vainly hope for the death of his body? People die – that is the way of all flesh:
Psalm 90: 9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten [that would be 70]; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years , yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away …
12 ¶ So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Our lives are like a vapor; like the flower of the field that comes and goes in its season. The fact is, that God almighty is the one that appoints the precise measure of that season. He fashioned each of us according to his righteous, unchangeable will and he will dispose of each of us at his pleasure. Consider the scripture:
Deut. 32:39 ¶ See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand.
Heb 9: 27-28 And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment: So Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin unto salvation.
So – the death of Fred Phelps’ body, a man who preached a plain faithful doctrine to an ever darkening world, is nothing but a vain, empty, hypocritical hope for you.
It’s like every journalist in the world simultaneously set aside what little journalistic integrity they have, so that they could wait breathlessly for a rumor to publish: in-fighting, succession plans, and power struggles, oh my! How shameful! You’re like a bunch of little girls on the playground waiting for some gossip!
Listen carefully; there are no power struggles in the Westboro Baptist Church, and there is no human intercessor – we serve no man, and no hierarchy, only the Lord Jesus Christ. No red shoes, no goofy hat, and no white smoke for us; thank you very much.
No board, no separate decision making body, just humble servants of God – qualified according to the scriptures, and chosen by the church – privileged to feed the sheep for a time. 2500 years ago, the Prophet Jeremiah described this tabloid journalism quite well:
Jeremiah 20: 10-11 For I heard the defaming of many, fear on every side. Report, say they, and we will report it. [who cares if it’s true: we’ve got our twitter machines all ready to go!] All my familiars watched for my halting, saying, Peradventure he will be enticed, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him. But the LORD is with me as a mighty terrible one: therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail: they shall be greatly ashamed; for they shall not prosper: their everlasting confusion shall never be forgotten.
Remember that the Lord Jesus Christ warned us that a man’s foes will be they of his own household: So again, there is nothing surprising about these shenanigans, spurred on by faithless, ax-grinding, God-hating deserters of the cross, and it amounts to nothing but vain, empty, hope.
God forbid, if every little soul at the Westboro Baptist Church were to die at this instant, or to turn from serving the true and living God, it would not change one thing about the judgments of God that await this deeply corrupted nation and world. That is the pinnacle of your hopes, and by far the most vain. Ye do err, not knowing the scriptures, or the power of God.
There is only one hope for any human – inside or outside of this little church – that God gives you repentance unto salvation. We pray that the Lord will do just that for any of our enemies whom he has predestined to eternal life. And for those who are truly the enemies of God – ordained of old to such a condemnation – we pray his righteous wrath and vengeance, wherein we rejoice.
Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand!
— Emily Longeretta