He’s around here somewhere. This time, the note was scrawled onto a greasy paper bag in a strip mall parking lot, downwind of a certain purveyor of delicious chicken sandwiches. It just has to be the work of the elusive Rev. Richard Lamblove:
This is the best Christian Chicken Sandwich in the world. Eating it, with early-80′s Amy Grant crooning in the background makes for an enlightening dining experience. And later, as a more modern worship song repeats the phrase “I’ll never know how much it cost, to see my sin upon that cross…” I wonder if praying before the meal was a little redundant.
And that is just the main course. The side dishes feed my body as well as my soul. These waffle fries give me the carbohydrates I need to cast off the sin which so easily entangles and run the race of faith set before me. The the cole slaw ministers to my spirit in so many ways. As the deer panteth for the water, so my soul longeth after this (diet) lemonade. I’m tempted to have a cinnamon roll and coffee for dessert, but they are only served during breakfast hours.
What a taste of heaven, and a respite from the pressures of the world. Workers from the box stores all around make a pilgrimage across the parking lot for a slice of heaven, and a slice of pie. Hopefully, they are inspired by the example of the happy workers here, who are rewarded for their service with a day off on Sunday so that they can spend quality time with their family, and engage in worship (as long as it is the traditional Christian kind of worship which happens on Sunday).
As I get up to leave, I thank the Lord for Truett Cathy, who looked over the wide world, and read his Bible, and decided that the Lord wanted him to bring the Perfect Chicken Sandwich (TM) to the world.