Chick-fil-A Biblical Family of the Day

Chick-fil-A president Dan Cathy: “We support biblical families.”

Today’s Chick-fil-A Biblical Family Rule of the Day: Call no one father (Matthew 23:9).

And call no one your father on earth, for you have one Father — the one in heaven.

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  • ohiolibrarian

    Not sure if that undercuts patriarchy or not.

  • Father Dougal McGuire

    I don’t get it Ted.

  • Sounds like advice to give the kids on a typical Maury Povich show. “You… are NOT the father!” (cut to guy jumping around like an idiot).

  • Ross Thompson

    I like to combine this with Luke  14:26 to demonstrate that Christians need to hate God.

  • “Ah, come on, it’s just a bit of a laugh, like that stuff they taught us in Seminary about Heaven and Hell and everlasting life.  You’re not meant to take it seriously.”

  • banancat

    I’m actually surprised that this verse didn’t result in a language shift with a new word replacing “father” for male genetic parent.  It happened with “lord” where we commonly use “ladies and gentlemen” in common use instead of “ladies and lords”.  Maybe the difference is because “dad” is already very common.

  • Amaryllis

     Dad, Daddy, abba, Papa…

    The Chick-fil-A Poem of the Day:

    “My Papa’s Waltz”

    The whiskey on your breath   
    Could make a small boy dizzy;   
    But I hung on like death:   
    Such waltzing was not easy.

    We romped until the pans   
    Slid from the kitchen shelf;   
    My mother’s countenance   
    Could not unfrown itself.

    The hand that held my wrist   
    Was battered on one knuckle;   
    At every step you missed
    My right ear scraped a buckle.

    You beat time on my head   
    With a palm caked hard by dirt,   
    Then waltzed me off to bed   
    Still clinging to your shirt.

    – Theodore Roethke

  •  I wonder how familiar the Slacktifolk are with Ted, Dougal, and Jack.