Blame It On …
- May 26th, 2009
- By Pooka
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So today I think I’m going to talk about issues of the heart. All of them, maybe. One at a time. Easy enough? Here goes (I’ll start off complex and work my way progressively to more simple stuff):
A boss today essentially told me I needed to straighten up my act. There’s a guy who works for me that has serious problems with authority. He is a classic case of aggressive-passive (intentional wording). Given a task, he will comply to the very minimum requirements of the task and grumble, back-bite, whine, blame and whatever-else-can-issue-from-the-mouth to the very maximum tolerance of his surroundings without actually crossing the line into blatant defiance. And he cares not a whit for who hears him or observes it. But this whole thing isn’t about him. It’s about me. The boss said I shouldn’t take that from him. He said I really need to ratchet down on my little problem-child and basically tell him to put up or shut up.
The boss is right. And I agreed with him. As explanation (as opposed to excuse), I said I’d never really run into this type of character at work before and I wasn’t sure what buttons I could push to start getting through to him. I’ve been in a lot (I think, A Lot) of odd situations with odd circumstances and a broad variety of characters, but honestly I don’t think I’ve ever been saddled with this type of total butt-pain. So I’ve never really had to use the #9 boot calibration method, which is required in this situation.
The boss said “You wouldn’t let this kind of garbage go on at home with your kids, right?” To which I obviously had to say, “Of course not.” And that, of course, gave me pause and I really had to think. Would I?
It’s two different situations. I’ve spent my life with my kids and 13 years with my Wife. I think I know how to diffuse, control, stop, bypass and deal with this sort of mess at home. And I enjoy an authority and influence at home that I certainly do not possess at work. So he’s right. I wouldn’t let that go on in my own home.
At work, I’m in a different situation (keep with me here, it’ll make sense). I’m experientially subordinate to the people who work for me. They’ve been in the specific field we work in for a dedicated 3 years wherein I’ve been at it for less that 6 months. They’re well acquainted with each other and the majority of the other workers in the environment. I am not. They have become set in their routine, methods and practice. I am not part of that. All of this combines to make a battlefield in which I am at serious disadvantage. I don’t really know the lay of the land. The enemy is thoroughly entrenched and they know the ranges, weather, terrain and maneuvers to get what they want done.
Bullshit. If a guy consistently cusses you out behind your back and essentially tells you where you can stuff it, even if he ultimately complies with orders, he is an insubordinate failure. And you have allowed him to fail. Point one to God’s law. As leader, I am responsible.
If someone persistently offends, practicing unacceptable practices, hurts others, leads the progression of others’ growing skills in the same negative behavior, then that person is a failure. And you have allowed him to fail. Point one to God’s law. As leader, I am responsible.
It’s a matter of the heart. I’ve a better grasp and performance rating in this leadership process at home. While nowhere perfect at it, I strive as patiently and enduringly as I can to battle uprisings of bad attitudes, hurtful actions, fighting, backbiting and general monstrocity daily. And I am as relentless as I can be.
I have not taken that integrity, ethic, standard to work with me. Because I am afraid. Because I’m dealing with people with whom I’m not intimate and with whom I’m not familiar. So I err on the side of weakness, avoiding conflict with the problems because I want to be liked. Because I want work to be good. O do I want the work to be good. But instead I hate my job. I spend no little amount of time hating myself because of what I do (rather, don’t do) at work.
I have not kept my faith in my God in focus. I faith myself to death at home. Praying doggedly for my family in general and in specifics. I push my kids’ buttons with as much strength as I can to get them as sin-free as I can, knowing each time that success is of God and not of me.
But I don’t do that at work. I change faces at work. And the face I have is not particularly admirable.
Simple bit: It’s of the heart. I’m not sick. It is not the fault of the jerk at work. It is not the environment at work. It’s not the lack of fulfillment at work. It’s not stress at home making my work wrong. It’s me. Me resisting the pulls of the Spirit to pursue God’s ways at work. I have let the World work a weak spot of corrosion in my character.
It’s of the heart when you’re dealing with a liar. It’s of the heart when you have a deep depression. It’s of the heart when you’re battling someone who just. won’t. listen. It’s of the heart when you can’t seem to give up this or that.
Yes, physical conditions, the environment, other people, the weather, body-odor can all contribute to aggravate a problem. But the real root is just that, the heart.
We’ve been studying in Romans at church. We read in Chapter 1 how things suck so bad that if we really grasped the depth of the problem, we’d probably all just curl up into little balls and wait for the meteor to obliterate us.
Romans 1:28,
“And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a debased mind, to do those things which are not fitting; being filled with all unrighteousness, sexual immorality, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness, full of envy, murder, strife, deceit, evil-mindedness; they are whisperers, backbiters, haters of God, violent, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents, undiscerning, untrustworthy, unloving, unforgiving, unmerciful; who, knowing the righteous judgment of God, that those who practice such things are deserving of death, not only do the same but also approve of those who practice them.”
Simple. 31 flavors. One for everyone. Pick. I have most of them in my toolbox.
Simplest: Just in case anybody didn’t see their personal colors in 1:28, here’s the catch-all:
Romans 3:10 (and Psalm 14:1-3)
“As it is written: ‘There is none righteous, no, not one;’”
We’re messed up. It’s in the heart. Can’t blame it on the rain.
Now how does it apply to the current theme here on my little blog? Healing? Look. I am aware of the physical problems. I know about medications now, and clinical diagnoses and everything. I may not know everything, but I know way more than I really want to know now. I’ve done research and see the light. There’s no denying a physiological and environmental part, huge part, in all this trial. But in the end, should all those things be cured…
It’s still in the heart.
And that’s what I’m praying for most of all. That He’ll put us all in the way of fixing her heart. He’ll do it, I’m sure. I just want the joy of being a part of that miracle. And I want it more than I want to fix the thing at work.
But, I think, as I’ve said and have been told a million times before: If you can’t be trusted in the little things, how can you make it in the big time?
Parable of the Talents, Matthew 25:14-30. Look it up. I did.





