Playhouse, August 22, 2012

He’s never difficult or challenging to find because he never hides. I can always find Fault.

Just this week I was served a meal with more calories and nutrition than most third world country inhabitants could imagine, but the meat was more salty than I like. I found Fault. He agreed and sympathized with me.

The lines were long, cashiers on break, and I was in rush mode. I needed assistance so I found Fault. He listened to me as I huffed over my wait and helped me form thoughts – negative ones that were bombarding my brain. The negative thoughts crowded out the positive suggestions I had learned for such situations – like using this time to pray for the cashier or the person standing in line behind me. Finding Fault handled the situation. He’s always handy.

One morning this week, I poured my cup of coffee from the pot that Othel had prepared for us. The first taste was proof – too strong. I found Fault. He peeped over my shoulder into the dark cup. “You’re right,” he whispered, “tell him your morning coffee is important to you and this stuff is awful. I’m your witness.”

Finding Fault is not only easy for me, it’s easy for a lot of church goers. When the music is too loud, they find Fault. When it’s too slow – too soft – too contemporary or too traditional, someone’s always able to do the same thing – find Fault. He sympathizes with everyone so he’s always a popular turn-to individual.

Sometimes the message may go too long for some. The solution: Find Fault. He taps his watch in agreement and assures the impatient that their grounds are warranted.

Money is another popular reason for finding Fault. Is the missions budget too large? Find Fault, he’ll have an opinion. Are pay raises or stewardship campaigns timely choices in this crippled economy? Find Fault. He’s a regular church attendee. He’ll comment.

Perhaps you’ve noticed that finding Fault has migrated into politics and government. Finding Fault is the number one assignment among rival candidates and their parties. I’ll bet big bucks are paid to those who find Fault. And when they find him, they like to share him with the world.

Where did this repugnant search originate? It goes back to that first garden – a paradise with Adam, Eve, and God enjoying perfect fellowship. Then entered the serpent. His agenda – to find Fault. Surely God was keeping the Truth from them. Finding Fault would clear everything, or so the serpent insinuated.

From that point, history records the ongoing search to find Fault. Read Mark 7:2 – “Now when they (Pharisees) saw some of His disciples eat bread with defiled, that is unwashed hands, they found fault.”

Imagine that. Scholars with an opportunity to find and speak with the Messiah, but instead they found Fault. What a fruitless, empty find for them and all of us who follow in the search for Fault!