There are 2 huge reasons why I won’t be purchasing a sandwich at Chick-fil-A today:
1. There are no Chick-Fil-As in Oregon. Washington either, for that matter.
And even if I lived near one of the fried chicken sandwich joints…
2. They use peanut oil and my kids are allergic to peanuts. It’s summer vacation, so of course they’re with me all day. It would be rude to eat a chicken sandwich in front of them.
Apparently, there’s news about someone’s opinion being said and other people getting mad and some people never eating chicken sandwiches and lots of people getting chicken sandwiches.
My head hurts.
My friend Robin lives in Orange County, CA and she is one of the most accepting of all people/religions/fast-food-restaurants women I know. I’m guessing she doesn’t agree with the marriage view Chick-fil-A supports, but I can’t see that girl giving up her mustard sauce on top of a peanut-oiled, pickled, white bread poultry lunch. And waffle fries.
What if I still lived in Southern California and I had the option to patronize this establishment? What would someone having the “nature of a servant” do?
So here is what this “servant” in training thinks:
Have a sandwich. Don’t have a sandwich. Get married. Don’t get married. Take a stand. Don’t take a stand.
I DON’T CARE!
I do care about that guy on the corner outside the restaurant sleeping on a broken down cardboard box and living out of a shopping cart. Will someone please go buy that guy a sandwich? Or burger? Or taco?
‘Cause Jesus wants you to feed him.
For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. Matthew 25:35
|I bet these guys would LOVE a sandwich.|