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Everyday Adventures<br />
The Blame Game<br />
Back in my day, we didn’t have<br />
Shark Week, Sharknado or even viral<br />
Baby Shark videos. All we had<br />
was Jaws, and for a preschooler<br />
taking his first trip to the beach, that was<br />
more than enough to make me petrified of<br />
stepping foot in the ocean.<br />
Jaws premiered in June 1975, the<br />
summer before this Indiana boy first visited<br />
the ocean. My aunt was stationed<br />
in the army in Savannah, and we took a<br />
family road trip to see her and hang out<br />
at the beach. Of course, I was too young<br />
to watch Jaws in the theater, but I’d seen<br />
enough TV commercials to know what<br />
lurked in the deep.<br />
To make matters worse, Jaws fever<br />
was sweeping the nation, which meant<br />
that in the mid-’70s, shark merchandise<br />
was everywhere. I even had the Jaws<br />
game, a more frightening version of Operation.<br />
The goal was to fish random objects<br />
out of the mouth of the great white before<br />
his teeth clamped down on your fishing<br />
pole like a bear trap.<br />
All of this had me primed for fear<br />
the second I stepped foot on the sand. No<br />
way was I going in that water. My mom,<br />
however, had no such reservations. Having<br />
traveled hundreds of miles to the<br />
ocean, she decided to take her life in her<br />
own hands and play in the waves. One of<br />
my earliest memories was watching her<br />
walk off toward the water while I stood<br />
there with my grandma.<br />
I was shark-savvy enough to know<br />
what was coming next and couldn’t believe<br />
no one was doing anything to stop<br />
her. For Pete’s sake, her own mother was<br />
right there and not lifting a finger to save<br />
her from certain doom.<br />
I was indignant. I told my grandma,<br />
“This is all your fault. You let her go in<br />
there. Now, you’re going to have to take<br />
care of me.” It was the only punishment<br />
I could think of to properly express my<br />
outrage. You did this. Now you’re stuck<br />
with me.<br />
Much to my surprise, my mom<br />
didn’t encounter any great whites that<br />
day. In fact, we’ve taken several trips to<br />
the ocean since then and none of us have<br />
yet to be eaten by a shark, though I did<br />
once see some dolphins swimming near<br />
us who looked a little shady.<br />
I did, however, discover another<br />
danger on the sands of that Savannah<br />
beach. It’s my propensity to blame others<br />
for my problems. This is nothing new. Human<br />
beings have been playing the blame<br />
game since the Garden of Eden.<br />
God gave Adam and Eve an entire<br />
world to enjoy, a tropical paradise overflowing<br />
with fulfilling work and adventure.<br />
Yet, like most of us, they wanted the<br />
one thing they couldn’t have, a piece of<br />
forbidden fruit that would, in fact, destroy<br />
them. When confronted by God with their<br />
disobedience, Adam pointed the finger at<br />
Eve and at God himself. He said, “It was<br />
the woman you gave me who gave me the<br />
fruit, and I ate it” (Genesis 3:12 NLT).<br />
Not only did Adam act like a coward<br />
by blaming his wife, he also showed that<br />
he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed by<br />
blaming God. Eve didn’t do much better,<br />
passing the buck to the serpent to try to<br />
absolve herself of any responsibility.<br />
Since that they day, we have all<br />
played the blame game in one way or another.<br />
Sometimes we blame others for our<br />
poor choices or just the bad things that<br />
happen in our lives. If something is going<br />
wrong, it’s surely someone else’s fault.<br />
There are times, of course, when the<br />
blame is legitimate. People wrong us. Others<br />
cause suffering and hardship in our<br />
lives. Yet, obsessing over it only leads to<br />
bitterness and ends up hurting us more<br />
than it does them. It distracts us from the<br />
choices we can make to heal and move on.<br />
Then there are other times, the times<br />
when we can’t find anyone to blame, and<br />
we end up blaming God. When a senseless<br />
tragedy occurs, we wonder why God<br />
didn’t prevent it. How could a good God<br />
let something like that happen?<br />
Why wouldn’t God do something<br />
about all the pain and suffering in the<br />
world?<br />
That’s a valid question, and honestly<br />
it’s one that’s tough to answer this side<br />
of heaven. Unless, of course, we remember,<br />
that God did do something to put<br />
things right. He became a man, stepped<br />
I was shark-savvy enough to know what was<br />
coming next and couldn’t believe no one was<br />
doing anything to stop her. For Pete’s sake,<br />
her own mother was right there and not lifting<br />
a finger to save her from certain doom.<br />
into this brutal, broken world, and died<br />
on a cross to make a way for the entire<br />
universe to someday be restored to a place<br />
of goodness, love and peace.<br />
But, in the meantime, it can be hard<br />
to trust God when things happen that we<br />
don’t understand. Last year, I had been<br />
praying for a family member who had<br />
had a string of bad luck. If God would just<br />
change this one circumstance, I thought,<br />
they could finally catch a break. I prayed<br />
repeatedly, but the situation went the<br />
other way. Though I’m usually quick to<br />
trust God, this time I didn’t. I said, “Really<br />
God? This would have been so easy<br />
for you to do.”<br />
I was mad, so I blamed God. What<br />
kind of friend was he? He clearly has the<br />
power to help someone I loved, but he<br />
didn’t do it. Thanks, I prayed. Thanks a<br />
lot.<br />
Moments later, I realized how dumb<br />
I sounded. God has come through for me<br />
so many times in the past, how I could I<br />
not trust him? I also remembered that<br />
there is evil at work in the world and<br />
sometimes bad things happen because of<br />
that. Finally, I reminded myself that this<br />
one circumstance wasn’t the end of the<br />
story, just a chapter. God is still writing<br />
the ending, and based on his track record,<br />
I believe it’s going to be a good one. •<br />
Jason Byerly is a writer, pastor, husband and<br />
dad who loves the quirky surprises God sends<br />
his way every day. You can catch up with Jason<br />
on his blog at www.jasonbyerly.com or on<br />
Twitter at www.twitter.com/jasondbyerly.<br />
<strong>Mar</strong>/<strong>Apr</strong> <strong>2019</strong> • 46