I have this feeling the world may come to an end next week, more specifically next Wednesday. I don’t have a secret Mayan calendar nor is there a crazy radio host whispering in my ear. But I believe the world will come to an end next Wednesday, August 1st.
Or at least it feels that way reading the news, perusing social media, and hanging out at the water cooler. Why? Because Mike Huckabee dubbed next Wednesday “National Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day”.
And having a day focused on celebrating Chick-fil-A is a direct affront to those boycotting Chick-fil-A. And since this debate over Chick-fil-A has two distinct sides, it means we have a divided house. And as Jesus once famously quoted Abraham Lincoln: “Any house divided against itself cannot stand”, which means this house will be destroyed.
And as I sit back and prepare for the wreckage, I am torn. Not about which side to take, but about what this debate says about us – on both sides.
For instance, what does this debate say about the vocal, and sometimes vulgar, opponents of Chick-fil-A? Those are willing to stand up to protect the rights of others, even if they’re not directly impacted. Those who now refuse to partake of Mr. Truett’s establishments? But it’s also the same group who admittedly never eats there anyway, claims the chicken is “shitty”, and resorts to name calling to make their point.
Is this a war worth waging? Is this the hand you want to go all in with? Using slavery, women’s suffrage, and the civil rights movement as your argument is not helping your cause. It’s making it worse. Not ONE gay person is owned by another person. Every gay person has the right to vote. And every gay person has the right to eat where they want to eat, stay where they want to stay, and buy what they want to buy. Even Chick-fil-A gladly gives you this right.
Regardless of my feelings on gay marriage, everyone has the right to pursue their cause. It just seems this battle, against this opponent, is not worth fighting. It’s like having pocket deuces while your opponent has pocket rockets.
On the other hand, what does this say about those with the newfound expendable income, who have turned a normal Wednesday into must-do experience? What does it say about a group that has been silent for so long to suddenly push back, both with their voices and their wallets? What does it say about me?
I admire our willingness to finally be heard, but we need to ask ourselves the same question we asked our opponents: Is this a war worth raging? Is this the hand we want to go all in with? Is fast food really the best use of our funds, knowing only a percent of a percent actually goes to the charities in question? Wouldn’t we be better off donating the price of #1 combo to a charity that actively tries to prevent gay marriage or council those struggling with homosexuality? And is standing in line for dinner really taking action?
So next Wednesday, the two sides will collide. Collateral damage will be strewn about. But for what gain? If those opposing Chick-fil-A win, will same sex marriage suddenly become law? And if those supporting Chick-fil-A win, will homosexuality suddenly disappear?
While I admire the efforts of both groups, this whole debate feels hollow. It feels like we are putting all our eggs in one basket, a basket that will inevitably break every egg from both sides.
Why don’t we take this energy and focus it towards something more useful, lasting, and important – like abortion.
I can somewhat understand the other side not wanting to fight this battle as it’s already been won. But I don’t understand why my side seems to remain quiet.
Why don’t we rise up and fight abortion with the same fervor we’re fighting gay marriage? Why don’t we support the unborn the way we support Chick-fil-A? Why don’t we get united behind this cause like we are for National Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day?
Does our cause need to be better organized? Does it need a prominent champion the way Mike Huckabee has become for Chick-fil-A? Does it need to involve something we’re already attached to, like waffle fries?
Or is the Chick-fil-A cause just convenient?
I wish I knew – and I wish I were doing more myself…