By Roger Campbell Ministries
When I visited a doctor to check on the cause of some worrisome symptoms, I asked this respected physician what I might have done to cause this condition.
“We don’t play the blame game around here,” he replied. “We just find out what’s wrong and treat it.”
Too many spend their lives playing the blame game.
Husbands and wives blame each other for faults they believe have caused marital difficulties, wayward children or financial floundering.
Grown children blame their parents for what they regard as inherited personality traits, dashed dreams, wrecked romances; even unrealized potential.
A woman who was successful in business and apparently happy joined a group that specialized in prodding their memories about childhood trauma as the result of growing up with an alcoholic parent. After weeks of resurrecting old hurts, she became so bitter at her father (who no longer used alcohol) that she required hospitalization and counseling; her business was in shambles. The blame game nearly destroyed her.
After the tragic loss of life in the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, some blamed President Roosevelt, claiming he knew the attack was coming but saw it as an opportunity to lead the nation into war as a means of boosting the economy out of the lingering doldrums of the Great Depression. Three quarters of a century later, that groundless rumor still keeps surfacing.
A church in decline often blames the pastor for lack of numerical and spiritual growth. Pastors sometimes blame their congregations or other church leaders. Members of one declining church found themselves in a quandary; they thought their drop in attendance must be due to hypocrisy among them but couldn’t seem to identify the hypocrites so didn’t know who to blame.
The first century church had many reasons to place blame. Peter, their chief spokesman, who had boasted of his courage and loyalty to the Lord, had been heard denying Him three times before the crucifixion. Thomas, for one weak week, hadn’t been able to summon faith enough to believe in the resurrection. Judas, the treasurer, had sold out for thirty pieces of silver and had to be replaced. Their survival as a group, let alone any success in fulfilling their mission, must have seemed doubtful.
But ten days later all was changed. This divided company put away their differences, banished blame and focused on the need of people hearing their message. When they were in danger of persecution, they fearlessly forged ahead and we’re all still beneficiaries of their courage and faithfulness.
The doctor who refused to play the blame game set out to find what had caused my scary symptoms and found himself stumped. A thorough examination, x-rays, etc. gave no hint of anything being wrong and I felt perfectly well again.
Why did those scary symptoms disappear and never return?
I’m convinced this was a clear case of answered prayer.
What can we do when answers to fearful problems elude us?
We can blame others for the spot we’re in or pray that God will reward our faith and bring us safely through.
Let’s stop playing the blame game and join others in praying for our families, our churches, the defeat of terrorism, guidance for our leaders and peace (1Timothy 2:1-2).