Friendship, opposition, and Chick-Fil-A
I’ve had just about enough Chick-Fil-A over the past week to last more than a lifetime, and I didn’t even visit the restaurant today (more on that in a minute).
I’ve been reading and digesting, trying to nail down precisely what I think our response to all this should have been. And not doing a particularly good job of that, frankly. My thoughts have been muddled, more so than on an average day, as I’ve tried to sort through the cultural logic beneath both the protests and the counterprotests and what my own obligations and duties are in light of it and my desire to be faithful to the word of God.