Seriously, because it happened once again this morning – at a totally different Hardee’s.
Here’s the deal…
One can easily make rash judgments about people based on certain actions. A legalist will look at those actions and come to the conclusion that the ones being judged are in need of spiritual growth, revival, or maybe total repentance. How then should a “recovering legalist” judge, if at all, people who can’t get your biscuit order right? Ever!
For years I have been going to Hardee’s for breakfast. Don’t misunderstand, I don’t go there every day; only once a week, or so. Usually, I order a chicken or sausage biscuit with cheese and a cup of coffee. That is my standard, but occasionally I order a jelly biscuit, too. I get the jelly biscuit many times for my wife. But no matter how many times I go to the drive-through window, the outcome is always the same:
Speaker: Hello, welcome to Hardee’s, would you like to try our new gravy-covered, bacon-stripped, egg-wrapped, ham-filled, spicy jalapeño, smoked sausage biscuit breakfast meal?
Me: No, thank you. I would like a jelly biscuit and a medium coffee, please.
Speaker: Would you like to make that a combo and add hashrounds, a larger size drink, a bigger bag, more calories, and a bigger bill?
Me: No, thank you; just the jelly biscuit and coffee.
Speaker: Would you like to add one of our new multi-fruit, caramel and nut covered, sugar-dipped, candy biscuits?
Me: No…thanks. Just a biscuit with butter on it and two packs of jelly (for the jelly biscuit), and the coffee.
Speaker: Will that be all?
Speaker: Is your complicated, hard-to-understand order correct on our high-tech, flashy, electronic order-confirming screen?
Me: Yes, it is.
Speaker: Ok. Please drive around to the next window, please (2 please’s are always nice).
So, I drive around to the window to pick up my simple order of a jelly biscuit and coffee. How hard could it be? The sign that I was just looking at had all the stuff this place is supposed to sell, including, for $.99, a JELLY biscuit. Did I say, JELLY BISCUIT?
I get to the window, and then a granny-like lady leans through with my coffee. Got it….coffee….just like I ordered.
Next, after taking my money, I am handed a greasy, paper bag containing the simple (or maybe complicated) order of a JELLY BISCUIT. Granny says, “Thank you, sweetie. Have a nice day and come back!” I then look in my bag which is supposed to contain Hardee’s completed portion of our transaction.
I stop my car….sigh….mutter something under my breath….bang my head on the steering wheel…..and do just what granny asked….
I go back!
When you order a JELLY BISCUIT, shouldn’t you expect dadgum JELLY?!!
Back to the window I go to get my jelly for my JELLY biscuit. 2 PACKS! Window opens:
Granny: Can I help you, dear?
Me: Yes, I need jelly. I ordered a JELLY biscuit, and there was no JELLY in the bag.
Granny: Oh, I’m sorry, you have to ask for the jelly.
Me: (Look of disbelief, feelings of high blood pressure not caused by the high-sodium content of the biscuit I have not yet consumed…because I didn’t get any JELLY for a JELLY BISCUIT!) Really? Well can I have 2 packs of strawberry?
Granny: How many do you want, sweetie?
Granny: Here you go, sweetie. Now you come back!
I do go back, but I don’t know why. Maybe I just have a big heart for the “order-taking” challenged.
All I want is a jelly biscuit with, oh, I don’t know……..JELLY!
Obviously, someone at Hardee’s needs to get their heart right with the Lord…or am I being too legalistic? Maybe I need to show a little more grace. Maybe I need to do as some have suggested (like my friend, Rhonda) and just have a stash of jelly with me at all times, just in case. Or maybe, I should keep in mind the words of Proverbs 10:12, “Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins,” and just keep my jelly-mongering to myself.
I really like Hardee’s…but anyone claiming to be right with God should automatically give JELLY with a JELLY biscuit…it’s the LAW! Isn’t it?
Oh well, see…living a life of grace isn’t always easy…sometimes you have to eat your biscuits plain.