It might be time to remove the Chick-fil-A bumper sticker from the back of our van.
You see, a friend and I were talking yesterday about last year’s Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day and the boycott that occurred as a result. She was saying that it was more than just about freedom of speech – it was really about people. People like her sister and mine.
That sticker has been on the back of our van for, I don’t know how long, way before the whole debacle to be sure. And, removing it wouldn’t mean that we wouldn’t eat there again. It just means that we won’t inadvertently hurt someone. We won’t be getting out of the car at Target or Trader Joes, smile at someone, only to have them glace at the back of our car and wonder if we hate them. The love of Christ isn’t that.
I started thinking about my sister. I wondered if she ever came to visit us what she would think if she saw it.
Would she think that ‘we ♥ chick-fil-a’ meant that we like their food, or that we hate her?
I LOVE MY SISTER. I want her to see that she has value and that her value comes straight from the God who made her. I want her to feel His presence and know that her soul has been redeemed. But all the words that would be said, could be nullified in one moment by what she thought a few other words meant.