Gun Control at Chick-fil-A: Confessions of a Culture Troll

All right, I admit it. I ate breakfast at Chick-fil-A on Wednesday. Not so much because I agree with much of what they have to say (I don’t). And not so much because I think their freedom of speech and/or religion is being abridged (I don’t). It’s not even because I’m particularly against gay marriage (I’m not). Actually, the main reason was that it was on my way to work, and I like their Chick-n-Minis. But I can’t deny I took some sort of perverse pleasure in the whole thing. And I’m not sure how I should feel about that.

Gay Marriage, and Also Some Stuff I Actually Care About

Gay marriage, at this point, is a political inevitability, for one reason: nobody my age can think of a particularly good reason to be against it. Those of us who hold to historic Christianity have to acknowledge that the scriptures and the historic witness of the Church both consistently teach that homosexuality is a sin (though, for a well-argued counterpoint from a theologically conservative gay Christian, Justin Lee, you can go here), but no one I know of can make a convincing case that that fact should influence public policy when all sorts of things that are just as immoral are perfectly legal, and even embedded in the very fabric of the Church. Perhaps that sounds like a two-wrongs-make-a-right argument, but it’s really not; it’s an I’d-rather-not-be-perceived-as-a-hypocrite argument. It’s an I’m-not-interested-in-winning-a-political-battle-and-losing-my-soul argument.

Whenever the gay marriage battle rears its ugly head, I’m reminded of C.S. Lewis’s thoughts on divorce from Mere Christianity: