Playing the Blame Game
Genesis. The beginning. I’ve read this chapter many, many times. Yet this morning as part of my daily reading, this verse popped out at me.
If you aren’t familiar, it’s right after the original sin. The serpent talks to Eve about eating from the tree of good and evil as a way to gain wisdom not as a path to death and destruction. Eve buys in, eats the fruit, and gives fruit from the tree to Adam, who also eats the fruit. Instantly, their eyes are opened, and they realize their nakedness so they make fig leave clothes and hide from God.
Naked and afraid in the most beautiful place ever created on earth. Now we see where inspiration for that tv show came from: The Bible.
In my past studies of Genesis 3, I’ve focused on Eve’s part of the story. She bears the brunt of the first sin, and Christian women take a lot of flack from Christian men over this point. All in Christian love, of course.
Today as I read through the fall of mankind, Adam’s response to God really got my attention.
I read verse 12 in context. Stopped. Went back and read it again. And, went, “No way.”
When God, you know, the One who is omnipotent, asked Adam if he had eaten from the tree of good and evil, instead of saying, “Yes, I did.” or “Eve made me do it!” says, “Well, you know that woman YOU GAVE me to HELP me?”
Let’s look at it from Adam’s now caught perspective:
How often do we rationalize things this same way? God put me in this situation. God put these other people in this situation. God allowed, or even put the sin/temptation in the situation. Of course God knew what we were going to do! He’s God.
I’m a mother and a teacher.
I give a LOT of instructions. I try to give a lot of warnings with my instructions. Oftentimes I know what could go wrong. I know what might look like a shortcut will create much work and stress down the road, and warn those receiving my instruction excessively.
I wish I could tell you that everyone always heeds my warnings. They should be able to recognize the fact that I have the experience to guide them away from things that will hurt them.
Unfortunately, the lure of an “easier way” that the one with experience just doesn’t want you to use and miss out on all the work has the power to convince even those most grounded in their faith to do some dumb, dumb things.
And then, when we find the error of our ways, we come all the way back around and blame God for placing us in the situation.
“Well, God, you knew what would happen when you put me in the middle of that situation. It was destined to…”
Except when I give instructions and warnings, I actually have faith that the majority will do as I instruct them. I don’t expect them to go against what I say.
See, I read Adam’s response this morning, but I put Carrie’s name there instead of Adam. And I didn’t like what I heard.
I’m trying to figure some things out. Trying to rationalize what happened, what went wrong, where things fell apart, and all of my thoughts start with “God put…”, “God planted…”, and “God made…”.
But just like Adam, I can’t blame my sin on Eve, and I most definitely can’t try to pin it on God.