Played The Blame Game Lately?

I know people who are never wrong. Won’t name names because they won’t read this. And. No matter what I say they will laugh with a steady smirk and indicate, “He’s not as perceptive as he thinks…and when will humility ever show up?”

Oh, my. Wish I could boomerang that comment…but, not possible.

So. A New Year. A New Year in which the day is both reality and option. I lean on the latter…dealing with the options. Have a beautiful privilege today…George has invited me to lunch…one of the dearest Austin friends…and he advised a jacket and tie will work. Yep. Wrote him that I now have donned my stained-glass tie…want to be colorful. Deeper, though, George gets life…to live with a deep faith in God. He never ever, in the almost 20 years we’ve known one another, points a blaming finger. His hug and handshake keep the pointedness from happening.

To all that Tom Ehrich hits the bulls-eye again. In addressing the blame game. Deeper in giving us more than a notion—because down deep he’s never shallow—on what we should ask God for…and what God will provide. Has to do with courage…has to do with wisdom…has to do with strength…and, most of all, has to do with knowing that we are not perfect, but human. Only the perfect claim never a blame for themselves…and with each word their nose grows longer.

Tom’s “take” and it’s worth a voice to the heart…and soul…and a new day:

“The prophet Isaiah didn’t blame God for the wild and dangerous land that lay between Israelite exiles and their return to Jerusalem. Isaiah promised that God would help them to “pass through the waters” and “not be burned” by fire along the way. God would give them strength and courage for the journey.

It is precisely that absence of strength and courage that makes 2016 so ominous. Many are afraid, and perhaps rightly so. But the answer to fear, as I understand God, is courage and oneness, not blaming, banning, burning and bombing. Shouting for revenge isn’t real strength. It’s just a mob’s mindless voice. Blaming scapegoats and demanding their suppression aren’t courage. They are an admission of helplessness. Shouting for “white power” is simply evil.”


About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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One Response to Played The Blame Game Lately?

  1. Rydstrom Roger says:

    The blame game usually starts with: “YOU…..”, or “THEY…”

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