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The New Yorker is Chicken

The vaunted, highly esteemed, socially left leaning New Yorker magazine is … chicken.

The fearful arrival of southern fowl into the Big Apple is not at the heart of Dan Piepenbring’s recent article entitled, Chick-fil-A’s Creepy Infiltration of New York City.

Like most places in America, “The city that never sleeps” has a pallet for poultry and the many ways this feathered delicacy can be presented.  Pipenbring’s piece, though, is more of a pluck job on Christianity.

He states: “And yet the brand’s arrival here feels like an infiltration, in no small part because of its pervasive Christian traditionalism. (The same Judeo-Christian values America was built upon – my emphasis) Its headquarters, in Atlanta, are adorned with Bible verses and a statue of Jesus washing a disciple’s feet. Its stores close on Sundays.”

He does mention the long lines waiting to enter Chick-fil-A’s newest, and fourth restaurant, in New York city, but Piepenbring apparently cannot digest this “infiltration” is welcomed by thousands of his fellow citizens.

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He has trouble swallowing “The company has since reaffirmed its intention to ‘treat every person with honor, dignity and respect,’ but it has quietly continued to donate to anti-L.G.B.T. groups.” Please do not forget, Mr. Pipenbring, Chick-fil-A is a privately owned company and can parcel out its funds as it wishes.

It appears The New Yorker, published by Conde’ Nast and owned by Advanced Publications, writes about anything is chooses.

I have first-hand knowledge of Chick-fil-A’s intentions having worked at an establishment in Macon, Georgia. From the initial day of training, it is stressed that every customer is the same. Every customer is equal. Every customer is valuable. The goal is for them to walk out feeling as such.

Chick-fil-A employees  are not trained to decipher, decode, decrypt, or descramble a customer’s religion or sexual ethnicity. Customers are not quizzed before ordering and no exit polls are taken following their delicious meal. Evangelism does not take place. Salvation tracts are not included with the sauce (Polynesian, Chick-fil-A, Honey Mustard, etc…) of your choice. Bibles do not adorn each table nor are they found on the bathroom sink.

But, without the name of Jesus being uttered, customers know there is a different aura, atmosphere, and feeling here.  Jesus said in John 13:35, “By this all men will know you are my disciples, if you love one another.” Paul wrote in Romans 12:10, “Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.”

Pipenbring sees it as “distasteful” that Chick-fil-A would “portray itself as better than other fast food.” This is simply called competition. To survive, you must compete. Since 1925, The New Yorker has been doing the same thing.

Honoring its customers is what truly separates Chick-fil-A from other fast food competitors. Simply, it is genuine, professional, courteous service, something rarely seen these days, guided by Biblical principles.

For The New Yorker, there’s no reason to fear this infiltration of light in the darkness. It’s just chicken.

 

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