Don’t blame _______

This one goes out to Democ­rats and Repub­li­cans and espe­cial­ly our Pres­i­dent, who always seems to find some­one else respon­si­ble for his dis­con­tent. I don’t think he start­ed it, but the blame game seems to be reach­ing epi­dem­ic lev­els. I’m detect­ing a human dynam­ic (mean­ing, I don’t see it some of the time, I see it most of the time)…if I am upset, some­one is to blame. It is so hard to be noble when you are ticked off. Dictionary.com says to blame is to hold account­able for, and dis­ap­prove because of, some error, mis­take, omis­sion, neglect or the like. But most of the time when you are down or mad or off course, you know it is more on you than the per­son that you want to blame, so it’s even hard­er to feel a right­eous indig­na­tion (unless you are lying to yourself).

This is my the­sis: blame is wrong…this is not to say that peo­ple do not wrong you—it hap­pens all the time. You can be betrayed, lied to, cheat­ed on, vic­tim­ized, and count­less oth­er trans­gres­sions. But blame is like the infec­tion that keeps the wound from heal­ing. Blame fes­ters. There is no room for it in your spir­it. If you har­bor blame in your heart, you’re open­ing the door to a sour world view. If some­one (anyone—stranger, friend, spouse, child) offends you, you have to make a deci­sion on your response. You have to become the cap­tain of your ship, and you have to remem­ber that God is the sky and the wind and the sea—everyone else is float­ing just like you are.

I real­ize this seems to dis­miss hor­rif­ic events—child abuse, loss of a loved one, nat­ur­al dis­as­ter, human cru­el­ty, war…the list is end­less. In no way. No mat­ter how intense the suf­fer­ing, grace is always avail­able. That is the promise. There are mul­ti­tudes of peo­ple who will acknowl­edge God became more avail­able to them in their dark­est hours. We want to equate God with the evil (“Why did you let this hap­pen?”)…equate Him with the healing.

If you could make a con­tract with your­self (and keep it) to not ever blame anoth­er per­son for what you are feel­ing, you would be a health­i­er and hap­pi­er per­son. That’s not an easy task. What he/she did made you feel the way you do—yours is a nat­ur­al response. What works is tran­scen­dence. Nuts and bolts, life with God. “For­give them for they know not what they do.” For­give­ness makes the dif­fer­ence between hard­en­ing your heart and sim­ply mov­ing on. If you are ask­ing God to for­give some­one, you are way ahead in the blame game. 

The clos­er you get to home, the more sub­tle and per­va­sive the temp­ta­tion to blame gets. Eric Berne, a psy­chol­o­gist back in the ‘70’s, wrote a best­seller called Game Peo­ple Play—one of the chap­ters was called “Look What You Made Me Do.” One of my vari­a­tions is the Mood Blame (“Look how you made me feel”)—if I am in a dark mood, it is nev­er my fault. There is always some­one, most often some near to me (usu­al­ly poor Karen), who has caused me to feel that way. What a bunch of crap. Karen did not react or under­stand or choose or treat me the way I want­ed her to. Who does? How often do I? Your peace of mind depen­dent on some­one else’s behav­ior is a wrong turn off Con­tent­ment Park­way. And there is only one way back—love.

How does this trans­late into dai­ly exis­tence (where it real­ly mat­ters)? Just start out by tak­ing respon­si­bil­i­ty for yourself—not just your sub­sis­tence and liveli­hood, but for your mood and your atti­tude and your gen­er­al demeanor. Most of all, be respon­si­ble for your impact on this world. If I don’t know any­thing else, I know we are sup­posed to have a pos­i­tive impact on the peo­ple around us. So if you are focused on hav­ing a pos­i­tive impact, it is going to be hard­er to find some­one to blame unless you are a martyr—don’t be.

I have to take respon­si­bil­i­ty for my state of being. I am who I am. Then I have to abdi­cate and pray for trans­for­ma­tion. That starts with the realization—I can nev­er blame any­one else for the way I am. God is in con­trol of my life so every event can be assim­i­lat­ed by God to improve the per­son that I am. I can only take it to Him—and leave it with Him. And go back to loving.

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