From my lunch break to yours, before I snack on some cold pizza and a Pepsi One. I know what you’re thinking. Yes, I still drink Pepsi One — lest you accuse me of being too in touch.
Just a few rhetorical questions come to mind:
Where does this trajectory end?
When we can buy goods that have been “sustainably” raised by farmers trying to redeem the earth? What if they aren’t intentionally redemptive enough? Are the farmers authentic? What if they aren’t complementarian?
(sidebar: What does sustainable even mean, and does it count if McDonald’s is already doing it?)
Must my conscience be tinged with guilt every time I take a bite of food whose origin is not known to me?
Would this not also apply to clothing, cars, housing, technology, etc.?
Jenkins almost certainly has good intentions with this article, but it is hard to see it as anything but neo-nomianism applied to food.
Is this Portlandia sketch what she has in mind?
And to think, all this can be done through Christ, not a poor exegesis of Daniel.
So no, I am not advocating gluttony here, just a Christward self-disregard, a godly un-self-consciousness. I am praying for an increase in the tribe of self-forgetful pastors — if not all-out dorky ones — with platforms thrust upon them genuinely “aw shucks”-wise, men who will love not their images even unto death. Men who at least are not obsessed with the camera catching their good sides. Give me a fat guy in the pulpit so long as he preaches not himself and not the law but the glorious gospel. And if you’ve got a pastor with washboard abs who does that– well, that’s okay too, I guess.
– Jared C. Wilson; In Praise of Fat Pastors