I was huge into animal rights growing up. I didn’t eat meat, didn’t use products tested on animals, didn’t wear leather or wool or silk, and I always thought when I was on my own I’d go full vegan. I was a card-carrying member of PETA. For a decade starting at age 10, that was my life.
It wasn’t super normal at the time in the Midwest. I remember going to restaurants, and there was *nothing* on the menu without meat. I remember going into fast food places and ordering a bun with cheese, lettuce, and tomato. They would just look at me, totally perplexed. : )
I became a believer in college and was surrounded by an amazing group of people. They sought to understand why I was so into animal rights, and they started to see some differences between my reasoning and things they saw in Scripture.
(Quick clarification: I think it is totally possible to be a vegetarian and a believer, or love animals and be a believer, or be a member of PETA and be a believer. For me, my personal reasoning for being a vegetarian seemed to have some inconsistencies with some things the Bible teaches. If I chose to continue not to eat meat for other reasons, cool. Their gracious concern was to help me think and reason biblically.)
My friends were so great about their exploration of my views on animals. They were so gentle and thoughtful about it. They shared on occasion something they read or something they saw that they thought might pertain.
And you know what? They were probably right about everything they said.
Did I change?
No.
I listened. And I often sat there a bit confused.
I had just accepted Christ. I was just beginning to understand that there is a heaven and a hell. I was just learning that the New Testament is Jesus and after, and the Gospels are all about him. I had just heard a pastor say, “And of course everyone knows John 3:16!” So I was trying to catch up and learn John 3:16. And I was absorbing that I was a sinner. That God was God. And that Christ did a crazy amazing thing for us.
My friends were *amazing.* I love that they cared so much for me that they wanted to help me understand a biblical world view. And I love that when I wasn’t at all connecting what eating chicken had to do with this whole Bible thing, they were patient and caring with me.
God was working on me.
He just had some bigger fish to fry first.
So what’s up with the picture that goes with this post?
I’m so glad you asked.
Let’s say someone’s fly is down. They are in casual conversation at a party, and you gently, discretely, and politely let them know their fly is down. They say ‘thanks’ and, while perhaps embarrassed, are grateful to know so they can do something about it.
But now let’s say it’s the climber dude in the picture whose fly is down. Let’s say you tell him discretely and intending to be helpful, “Climber dude, your fly is down!” You would normally expect someone to say ‘thanks’ and fix it, right?
Instead, climber dude just looks at you totally perplexed. Ok, so his fly may be down, but he’s got bigger fish to fry at the moment! Like how in the world he’s going to pull himself up off that cliff and get to safety.
And if we think about this super practically, if climber dude were to take a moment to fix his zipper, well, for most people, that takes two hands. So if climber dude uses his two hands to fix his zipper… you get where this is going, right? {splat} That is not the thing to be focusing on right now.
Would you be right if you tried to explain to climber dude that it is indecent to have your fly down and that it isn’t an appropriate way to dress? I mean, yeah. That is technically right.
But he has bigger fish to fry right now. And actually, focusing on the tadpole you’d like him to be frying could be the wrong focus for him at the moment. It could interfere with the focus God has for him, which could lead to unhelpful consequences for him! {splat}
So what’s our takeaway?
I mean, I suppose we should XYZ. And I suppose we could Eat Mor Chikin. But I really think my friends were on to something.
Just because the person you’re talking with isn’t changing doesn’t mean you are wrong or they are sinful or they are unteachable or whatever. God may just have some bigger fish to fry right now.
And you may be paving the way for *His* perfect timing.
For me, that was a little over a year after I became a believer. I was shopping one day and saw a cute pair of shoes. I picked them up to see what they were made out of. The label said ‘genuine leather.’ I normally would have put the shoes down and been sad for the animals who died for those shoes.
But that day was different.
I didn’t feel that sadness.
Instead, I felt a freedom.
I felt this open door to purchase the shoes.
It was weird.
And then a week or so later, I tried chicken.
And you know what? My friends were right. Everything they said was right. And importantly, their patience and care were right.
God had some bigger fish to fry first in my life. When *His* time was right, He used the things they so caringly and lovingly had shared.
So while you may be right, and while what you see may be on God’s agenda somewhere, what matters is the fish *God* desires to fry in that person’s life. Focusing on tadpoles may distract from the life and vitality God desires to share with them.
He’s working. Gently and lovingly share, then trust Him with His perfect timing in their lives.





So we’re in the midst of exploring Philippians 4:8:
Now for the word in Greek. It’s presumed stem, ‘love,’ is φιλέω - transliterated, that’s phileo. This is the word from which Philadelphia gets its name, the City of Brotherly Love.






