Well. Several of my friends asked me if I went to Chick-fil-A yesterday. I didn't.
Not because I don't love the restaurant. I do. Not because I don't totally support the owners and their beliefs. I do.
And I love the fact that they are closed on Sundays to allow their employees to worship with their families.
(But come to think of it I don't ever refuse to patronize those restaurants who do, on the other hand, choose to stay open on Sundays)
And I support all of you who went and waited in line and bought some chicken and enjoyed it. (hopefully, someone ate a Chicken Salad sandwich for me)
But no waffle fries.
I'm trying to cut down.
I guess I didn't go or not go on purpose.
Does that make any sense at all?
Those of you who know me well know that I'm basically a wimp. At least when it comes to verbally expressing my opinion on anything political, controversial, or outside the realm of baked goods or the quality of various brands of canned tomato products.
I just don't like to speak much on topics in which I feel I have no authority. But I realized while I lay in bed last night that as much as I forget about it, fail to appreciate it, and generally try to hide behind it, I am an authority on one thing.
You are too. If you know Jesus and he's come into your life and changed you and every single thing about you.
An authority on how much he loves me despite the fact that I am a sinner. Plain and simple, every day a repeat sinner. I'm a certified authority on forgiveness and grace and loving people.
An authority on mercy.
And I just hope that over my lifetime the things I do and say reflect the fact that I know that I am also one of the "unlovable". One of those that Jesus loved (and continues to love) in spite of my sins. I hope that each and every day I choose to do the things that support my beliefs in an incredible God.
And if one day that means eating a lot of chicken then well, that's fine.
But it also might just mean me telling all of you today how much I love you and how much you mean to me.
Have a great day!