“Paul is very plain here that we are to do everything to the glory of God, whether we eat or drink. But he tells us to do this in a manner that makes it very clear that we should be able to do this with a well-salted French fry, deep fried in something icky. If I am spending some time at lunch with a weaker brother (for that is what he is), I would pick him up a sandwich from the Food Co-op, and would not bring him a small tub of pump cheese fries from DeathMart. I would do this for conscience’s sake—his, not mine. The reason I wouldn’t do it for my conscience’s sake is that we are not allowed to have our liberty judged by the fussers and scruplers” (Confessions of a Food Catholic, p. 54).
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