The Blame Game
The blame game is nothing new to us of modern times. Our earliest ancestors developed it, and we have simply been perfecting it ever since. God, being God, knew what was going down in the garden, but on top of probably feeling sad and let down, what He really desired was a straight answer, an answer that would take personal ownership, and not finger pointing. Adam and Eve started the game we all play so well, so often.
God asked both Adam and Eve straight up questions. He did not ask them why they did what they did, and He took one to the chin from Adam when he blamed God for putting the woman there with him in the first place.
How We Blame
This short group of scriptures makes it clear for us to see (if we choose to) how we lean into the blame game, up to and including those times when we feel that somehow God is to blame for circumstances we are in, or those we are aware of. We ask such questions at “Why me?”, “Why would God let that happen?”, “Why is God allowing this pandemic?”, and “Why is God allowing this national social unrest occur?”, and more. Are we really asking ourselves those questions so that we can learn more about ourselves, what makes us tick? Or are we asking those questions in a vain attempt to be able to place blame somewhere.
Have We Considered
Have we even considered that maybe we should be listening to a question God surely is asking of us; “Where are you?” The implications of the question are such that perhaps He wants us to search our hearts to discover how godly or ungodly our words, deeds, and actions may be in these times. Perhaps He wants us to assess the degree of our faith in Him so that we can become clear as to just how much He has everything under control—even if we do not like what is going on. Perhaps He just wants each of us to take personal responsibility for how we conduct ourselves as Christians, and not lean into the blame game, nor accept it.
The only blame we need to find is that which we find when we point the finger inward.
In closing, remind yourself of the old adage When I am pointing my finger at someone else, there are three fingers pointing back at myself.