There’s one not too far from our house, and it’s franchisee is a man from First Baptist Nashville so people from church go there all the time and there is often Chick Fil A food making an appearance at various First Baptist activities.
I like their food okay. My husband loves it and for awhile ate there often enough that I started to joke it should be called “Chick Fil T”. That’s what we call it at home now, jokingly, and whenever anyone says the actual name of the store it sounds weird to me. “Wait. You said it wrong. Oops. Nevermind.”
When I found out they were donating money to a few groups that stood in opposition to homosexuality I was torn. As a libertarian I firmly believe everyone, including owners of giant corporations, should do exactly as they feel led with the talents they’ve been given. Whether those talents are an excellent singing voice or pockets bulging with profit what is done is not my call. My call is whether or not I should add my paltry sum to the pile.
I decided not to. I have much respect for the Cathys in that they live their principles in the way they operate their business. I wish more churches would choose to be debt-free, frankly, and I like that they have a corporately-enforced day of rest. But there are people very close to me who are homosexuals and I don’t like the idea of money I spend being used to prop up a part of Christianity that is in direct contradiction to Christ’s mandate that we love those that persecute us.
If Chick Fil A was less selective in where they gave their money I wouldn’t mind so much. But such a large part of the Christian culture is about ganging up on The Sin Of The Moment. And I feel like Chick Fil A has decided that instead of reaching out to homosexuals with the open arms that Christ has, they’ve joined in the “let’s prove what good Christians we are by hating on this one particular “in” sin” throng. If one is operating under the paradigm that we are all sinners and fallen short of the glory of God, then picking on someone else’s particular sin is ignoring the log in your own eye.
So I don’t eat there. Or I didn’t. But now that everyone is talking about it all the time I’m craving a sandwich.