Our culture has drifted from the time-honored concept of accepting the consequences of ones actions to the sketchy recent notion that we need to blame others. The fruity idea that we are gods has fermented to the point that we are intoxicated with our own faux divinity and believe we can do no wrong, and instead of taking a sober look at ourselves we start bar room brawls with other drunk “god wannabes.”

When people are confronted with there own sin they immediately put up an emotional wall of self-defense that comes out in decibels not dialogue, diatribe and not discussion. They get very uncomfortable living in their rickety beach house built on the sand when they see a hurricane of questions appear on the horizon, but instead of checking to see if their foundation is solid, they try and blow the queries back with their own hot air. Sadly, their repeated cries of victimhood make their friends and neighbors deaf to their real cries for help. Alone, they are forced to play 52 card pick up as their house of cards is blown down by a real tempest.

Blaming others has a poor track record of therapeutic success. Counselors and psychiatrists know that encouraging a patient to blame others for their problems is a recipe for disaster. If we find this therapeutic truth to be self-evident, why do we give our blame-culture a free pass instead of slapping it with a malpractice suit?

Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, but the Lord weighs the heart. (Proverbs 21: 2)

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