Some of us grew up with an extra kid in the house. We didn’t know it but he was there at certain times. His name was “Not Me.” He always appeared when something happened. Like when your mom asked, “Who got this play dough in the carpet?” (NOT ME) “Who colored on the walls in the bedroom?” (NOT ME) Your mother had no doubt who did, she knew yet we pointed the blame elsewhere. When we blame others we are telling God (NOT ME).