Chick-fil-A For The Sinner’s Soul
I’ve been feeling guilty the past few days. I erred in the “color me caffeinated” post (which I will hereto refer to as “the previous post”). My error was in my attitude toward and perception of those who do work in the fast food industry. The Starbucks rant began as a simple explanation of my background with the company and my recent rehiring there. The post got ugly when I let my guard down and my personal prejudices emerged.
What right do I have to question the respectability of the cashier’s position at Wendy’s? Why make distinctions between espresso pouring and burger flipping? Am I a holier human because I wear a green apron instead of a maroon one? My day job pays better than my night job. Should I respect my coworkers at Love A Child more than those at sbux because they make more money? Have they earned my respect because they use desks and computers instead of shot glasses and coffee urns. What’s lowly about that kind of attitude?
Admittedly – my conviction here is not self-induced. I’m not so thoughtful as to have sat back and recognized my own attitude as wicked. The day after the previous post my family and I visited a good friend’s Chick-fil-A. To those who haven’t partaken – it kicks the kentucky-fried-crap out of KFC. Colonel’s got nothin’ on the pro-active cows. So, we’re eating our heavily discounted value meals (knowing the store’s operator evidently comes with some perks) and he sits down to join us for lunch. That’s when the previous post came to mind again. I felt horrible. Here’s an admirable man whom I respect immensely and he manages the very same kind of establishment I was verbally pissing on the day before. His employees are kind, hard working people – one of whom occasionally leads our congregation in worship. In my self-centeredness, I mocked a man who has led me straight to the foot of the cross. Not offering even to buy him lunch, instead I scoffed at him for serving it.
Two things upset me – one more than the other. What upsets me most is that I thought I was better than this. I thought I was lowlier than this – more humble – more of an advocate for equality among men of different classes. I thought I was less reactionary and more discerning. I thought I was more loving and less pompous. I’m upset with myself and afraid of how much I may have hurt the feelings of some people I love through careless, thoughtless, and altogether foolish words.
I’m also upset at how quickly I led others to voice this same disdainful attitude. I was assured by many that I was better than “them.” I recognize that it was the previous post that prompted these responses. I can only hope this post prompts repentance among any repeat readers.
I’ve thought about removing the previous post, but I’ve concluded that would be insincere. Instead, as a picture of how Jesus has wiped out my sin, I’ve stricken through my haughty words. They remain as a reminder of my ugliness, but are struck through as a picture of the promised beauty.