Last night Faith and I ate some fast-food while waiting to see the new film End of the Spear, a film based on the true story of Nate Saint, Jim Elliot, and 3 other missionaries' and their families 50 years ago. The film wasn't that great, as it was a low-budget dramatization (To counter, I would HIGHLY recommend the beautiful documentary put out last year about the same event called Beyond the Gates of Splendor. It's out on video now, so you can rent it. It's definitely worth a viewing...or two).

Anyways, back to the fast-food experience:
About a half-dozen 30-40 year olds sat down at the table next to Faith and me. They were quite the lively group, so it was pretty easy for us to eavesdrop on their conversation and find out that they were a Sunday school class going to see the same film that Faith and I were seeing in a few moments.

Shortly after sitting down, one of the men in the group accidentally dropped his whole carton of fries on the floor, prompting his wife to quickly go up to the counter and ask for a free replacement because they had found a hair in their fries.

Then they continued on with their Sunday school class discussion of the Christian movie they were about to support.

I merely rolled my eyes as this played out in the restaurant. But the more I think about it, the more it disturbs me. Certainly the disregard and dishonesty of the group is bothering to me, but I think I'm most disturbed by instances within my own life where I look to cut corners or tell a white lie simply to save time or a buck.

As a people who try to distinguish ourselves from the non-believers around us, perhaps the more important task is to distance ourselves from fellow believers who make the distinguishing a moot point.