What a strange satisfaction it brings to man’s soul when he
understands that everything is someone else’s fault.
Man’s complicated self-defense mechanism leads him to project
guilt from himself to someone else. Things get strangely
twisted and the truth gets buried under the stack of commonly
accepted excuses.
Some people leave the church like a little child who walks behind
the corner of his home and sits there until everybody thinks that
something terrible has happened to him. Ten minutes later,
those never ending minutes that felt like eternity,
the frustrated child gets out of his hiding place, angrier than ever.
Life seemingly goes on even without him.
Blaming others pops up everywhere, in marriages, working places,
governments, international politics, Save the Planet summits and
... churches.
We love Jesus. He did not blame the government. He didn’t
complain about his continuously failing disciples. In stead of
blaming the world he loved the world.
In stead of accusing those who were wrong he took the blame
on himself. He took the blame and the pain of it.
With his death on the cross he proclaimed, “It’s my fault.”
“Now then , we are ambassadors for Christ,
as though God were pleading through :
we implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God.
For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us,
that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.”
II Cor.5:20-21
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