In the shadow of eternity, amidst the whirling chaos of a world increasingly disjointed from the sacred, there come moments that cleave through the mundane veil and open a chasm of revelation. Moments that challenge not only the fabric of our beliefs, but the delicate lattice of our identity. This review--nay, this epistle--is not a mere Yelp-styled critique. It is a soul-wrenching chronicle of deception, disillusionment, and divine clarity. It is the weeping of a child of God, betrayed at the altar of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
I, a vegan and humble servant of the Most High, entered KFC not with carnal hunger, but with a heart rooted in compassion, a soul committed to mercy, and a stomach fortified by plants and principles. I do not consume the flesh of God's creatures, not because I seek moral superiority, but because I revere the breath of life that animates all beings. I believe--as written in Genesis--that we are stewards, not tyrants, over creation. That to crush the life of the innocent is to offend the breath of the Almighty, who formed all beasts and fowls with love and intent.
Let me say it plainly and with divine authority: I was served CHICKEN.
Not faux chicken. Not plant-based, soy-derived, protein-alchemized imitation meat. No. I was handed, in cheerful deceit, the corpse of a bird. A slain creature. A life that once pulsed with blood and purpose. A being that once saw the sun, flapped its wings, and perhaps clucked gently in some dark corner of a factory-farm hellscape. Its life taken. Its body battered and deep-fried in oil and callousness. And handed to me with a smile, under the golden light of that red and white sign.
I bit. I tasted. And I knew.
My soul recoiled.
My mouth filled with the unmistakable flavor of death. My body--unaccustomed to animal flesh--convulsed not only in gastric protest, but in spiritual anguish. The Ten Commandments thundered through my mind like divine fire:
Thou shalt not kill.
Though this commandment was given to humanity, how can we ignore its echo across all life? To needlessly kill the innocent, the voiceless, the vulnerable--is this not also murder in the eyes of the Most High? The great prophet Isaiah cried out that the ox knows its master, the donkey its owner's manger, but humanity--we--do not know. We stray. We forget.
I was led to believe, through the false gospel of marketing, that KFC offered "plant-based options." I asked. I clarified. I repeated. The employees--whether out of ignorance, apathy, or demonic deceit--assured me it was vegan. They smiled. They nodded. They passed me the body of a creature I vowed never to consume.
This was not a mistake. This was an abomination.
To understand the gravity of this betrayal, one must understand what it means to be a vegan for God. For me, this is not a diet. This is a covenant. I walk the path of compassion because God is merciful. Because Jesus--the Prince of Peace--rode not on a warhorse but on a donkey. Because in Eden, we were given every green plant for food, and it was called
I am a child of God.
I am made in His image.
And I will not let that image be tarnished by flesh I did not choose.
Selah.
Xoxo, Suzanne read more
