Here I sit with a sausage biscuit and a cup of coffee. It’s about 8am and I’m at one of many fast food joints that offer breakfast. I’ve eaten here for breakfast many times. As a matter of fact I’ve had sausage biscuits at many of the locations of this national brand fast food eatery. I guess it’s safe to say that over the last thirty years or so I’ve eaten hundreds of sausage biscuits at their many locations.
After a few sips of delicious black coffee I unwrapped my biscuit. Something about it didn’t look right. As I said, I’ve eyed and eaten hundreds of these things, but I regress. I take a bite. It doesn’t taste right. The texture is so wrong. Is there something wrong with me? I took another bite and in the style of Andrew Zimmern I began to analyze it (quietly of course). It’s dry but doughy with a bit of a stale flavor. I’ve been known to dip my sausage biscuit into coffee for a little extra flavor so I dipped. There was no change. What is wrong with me, with this biscuit?
After a few moments I decided that I must have gotten a bad biscuit and that I would just get another one. I stepped up to the counter facing the same lady who took my original order. “One sausage biscuit”, I said. She looked at me kind of strange and then I asked her. “Have you guys had any complaints about the biscuits”? She being a good employee passed the buck and called the manager on duty over and said to him, “he wants to know if we’ve had any complaints about the biscuits”. His face turned a little red and he said to me, “it’s the wrong dough. We ran out of our regular dough and we’re using this stuff until the truck comes.” He seemed a little embarrassed like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He offered to give me something else but I declined. I was glad to find out it was the wrong dough. I was glad to know that my analysis had been correct and that in fact the biscuits were FAKE.
Like many things in life I left that restaurant with a thought. No matter what we’re doing in life, trying to be nice, living a Christian life or cooking biscuits, being fake doesn’t get it done. Here’s what I think. If the dough is wrong tell the customers up front don’t’ try to fake it. If you’re a Christian but struggling don’t be a fake, be real.
Most people can see right through fake. On the other hand, most people will respect you when you’re real, when they know you’re a Christ follower with real struggles.
Just a thought.