More of Jesus

I have accepted Jesus as my Lord and Personal Savior. Best decision ever. I am not done experiencing him. How could I? I never will till we get to heaven and see him face to face. Jesus is not a four year course. There is no exams whose result guarantees a full knowledge of Christ. Whatever you know. Whatever you have heard. Whatever you have read. There is more. So much more you are missing out if you think you are done knowing him. Fresh encounter awaits you each new day. Stay open. Be Inspired.

Kwabena Eddie Mankata (c) 2016

Tell Jesus

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We keep to ourselves many things. Fears! Struggles! Weaknesses! Failures! Sicknesses! You and I know the reasons. Oh, we do. So we lie when we say we are okay. Yeah we do. But we don’t have to lie or stand alone. We never had to. Come, take a step closer. Tell Jesus! He’s neither lost a case nor found one too mysterious to crack. And when you do, trust Him to see you through. He is waiting! Go on. Tell Him so you can have peace. Be Inspired.

Kwabena Eddie Mankata (c) 2016

We are lights

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By Naserian Jeanne

More and more we are called to display Jesus in our lives. How we react to things and situations, how we show faith in trial, in accepting forgiveness and in our daily walk (remember that we walk by faith not by sight). The curve ball comes when God allows us not just to gently pass by non believers but when He puts them smack in our path and then whispers in our ear, “introduce us”. Then it calls us to be true diplomats. Loving and rebuking, attracting and sharpening. As Mordecai charged her, like Queen Esther we must realise that we were made for such a time as this. To be lights in our generation.

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Guest post by Naserian Jeanne. She blogs at http://www.kiyiapijeanne.wordpress.com

Because of you

She sat by the window buried in thoughts. She looked spent from crying. I took the seat by her when I entered the bus. She had a call and believe me, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I didn’t. Summary of what she said? Her mum was going blind.  Apparently the doctors had failed to help. When the call ended, she put on her earphones and looked out the window.

I thought I heard a voice say, “make her aware that I care and she needs to trust me to help.” So I turned to trace the voice. There was no need. We were seated at the back. And the guy to my right was busy on his phone. It couldn’t have been him.

Then it hit me, it was the Holy Spirit. There is no way the devil would say that. But I hesitated. Pretended not to have heard anything. Th more miles we covered, the heavier the command weighed in on me.

So I mounted a mental rebellion with excuses. She doesn’t look like someone who wants to talk. What if she doesn’t listen? God, why don’t you tell her yourself? Hmmm…I knew it was no use. I had to tell this lady about Jesus for my own sake.

You see it wasn’t the first time I have had such commands. It won’t the first time if I disobey. Yet I know too well the guilty feelings that would follow. I wasn’t going through it again. She was going to alight at the next bus stop. I had to act fast.

So I picked a paper and wrote a few lines about Jesus. The Loving Saviour who heals with words. The One who doesn’t forsake. The One time rather waits for. The One who loves to see our reactions when He performs a miracle.

Her family should simply pray and trust Jesus. Thankfully I was done before we got to next stop. I handed the paper to her. She looked at me in a queer way. Then I told her to kindly read it. She nodded and got down.

As we drove off, the burden lifted. I didn’t take her number neither did I give her mine. Yet I knew at that moment, I had done right. Jesus took it from there and I have no doubt in my spirit, her mum is healed.

And over the weekend, I have this guy buy call credit from. I had almost walked past his joint when I felt to give him one of the five canned drinks in my bag. Errr I didn’t want to because I had plans for the drinks. And no, I wasn’t going to share with anyone. I had personal plans. Actually I walked past him but the uneasiness grew so I came back and gave it to him. Shocked preceded his gratitude. Trust me; words will fail in describing both.

Two simple acts of obedience with tremendous impact. We cannot underestimate the power these acts carry. We cannot.

I have not always had it right but I know how these simple acts please God. My prayer is be obedient no matter what. My prayer is to surrender my excuses. My prayer is to get in front of my pride and shyness. My prayer it to be a vessel God works through.

God is calling you to do same. God is calling you to continue. As you step out, stay open for a direction of God in simple forms. The greatest of all is to share Christ.

Afterwards, you may not see them again. You may see them and share in their joy. They may be grateful. They may not be grateful.

But in all these, the greatest inexplicable feeling is when God looks at you and begins a positive sentiment with the phrase, “because of you…”  Be inspired!

Kwabena Eddie Mankata © 2016

In my Father’s House!

 

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In my Father’s house are many mansions? Really? How many? Mansions? I just want to be certain. Didn’t Jesus mean smaller cubicles? Or beds? That makes sense at least. Today, the worlds’ population stands at about 7.4 billion. And each one Jesus wants so desperately saved. Could there be 7.4 billion mansions should all repent? Aren’t people in heaven already? And oh by the way about 360,000 babies across the universe will be born today. Just today! Can they be included too? It doesn’t make sense. The statistics makes it less believable. You’d think the passage should have even read, “In my Father’s mansion are many houses with many beds.” But it didn’t though that could have been more believable! Anaa?

Well, it is not meant to make sense. A lot about Jesus doesn’t make sense. Critics will win arguments with facts, logic and figures when it comes to Jesus. But for the one who collects the waters of the earth in the hollow of His palm. Calculates dust in a measure. Weighs mountains in scales. Hills in balances. Heals with words. Chairs the funeral of every sparrow. Let Him say every individual ever birthed on earth gets a Hawaiian look alike Island in heaven and I’d be the first to believe it. Case closed.

Call me blind. Call me naïve. But I am sticking with the one who defied the null hypothesis of probability and mocked gravitational laws. I am sticking with the one who died and rose by choice. I am sticking with the one who constantly speaks life. I am sticking with Jesus. I am sticking with everything He promised no matter how ridiculous.

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So I am only left to wonder. Yes wonder. I will tell you what. Ever been to Dubai or any of these world class cities? No? But like me, have you seen those artificial islands, skyscrapers and ridiculously huge architectural buildings on the web or television? Great! Now, my wonder. If mortal men can be inspired to defy odds to put up these huge structures then I wonder what Jesus is putting up in heaven. Oh I wonder! What glory! For certain we shall lose custody of our eyes staring. So I believe in heaven. I do. And tickets are not for sale. You get one by accepting Jesus as your Lord and Personal Saviour. There are no double tickets. There are no family tickets. No group or association entry packages. It is personal.

What best gift to give yourself than grabbing a ticket in this festive season. Treat yourself to some eternal good. And if you already have, maybe you need to assess yourself you see if you’re still in the faith. Don’t lose it. Stay blessed. Be Inspired.

Reference: John 14:2, Isaiah 40 NKJV.

 

Kwabena Eddie Mankata © 2015

my sunday prayer park lessons

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So not every Sunday evening but most of them in the year, I go to the park to pray. If you live in my world, you would. Wait, stop imagining my world. It is not about principalities or demons. They aren’t chasing me. Errr can’t say for sure though. You’d never know. But I have come to believe that if there is THE GOD who answers prayers, then there should be men who ought to pray. And since, HE says we should pray without ceasing, I realized the only way I am going to do that is to tell Him everything. I mean everything from the lady who has captured my heart to the money I am expecting to the next book launch, speaking engagements, the mankata studios, one page, poems etc. you get it abi?

What’s more? Prayer works! I don’t think that God answers prayers; I know that God answers prayers. And if He was more than willing to cleanse that leper, He is more than willing to hear me out. So I go to the park to influence things in the spiritual realms before they manifest physically. Bam!!

I have never gone to the park on a Sunday evening to meet it empty. No not even on rainy nights. You would find someone with an umbrella. Or another in the rain whose needs are more pressing to remotely care about the intensity of the rain. People come here to implore God to orchestrate a miracle in the week, declare and decree prosperity, wage war against Satan and the rest, I really can’t tell. I doubt they would be here if prayer doesn’t work.

Don’t be fooled to think only a certain class of people come here. Nope, you will find the young and old, single and married, rich and poor, saved and unsaved all here.

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So you would also see different ways of reaching the Father. Some pray really loud, silent and in-between. Some praise and worship throughout even crying. They do it sitting, standing, kneeling or lying in the grass. Individuals, families, groups of two to any number. Some spend few minutes to several hours here. It is quite a spectacle to behold.

You see there is a thirst only God can quench. There is a need only God can meet. There is a battle only God can win. There is a point in your life when prayer no longer becomes an unnecessary interruption in your busy life but your only way out. Did a say a point? Well sorry, there will be points. Lots of them in this crazy sin soaked world.

I learnt a lot about prayer from my Sunday evening trips to the park than from the pulpit. Prayer is nothing more than talking to God. About any and everything. There are no rules in prayer. There is no expected posture or duration. There are no laid principles or structures to dogmatically follow. Scream or remain mute. God listens. Stand or sit. God listens. Lying or kneel. God listens. Cry or laugh. God listens. Seconds or hours. God listens.

Sometimes all you have to do is sit and say, “God, so what’s up? I no dey see top o.” Or scream with all your strength, “I need help Jesus and if you don’t show up, I’m finished!” Or after she just walked in front you, “God, I really like this Akua chick but she isn’t looking at me, you for help me out.”

Prayer is not a burdensome requirement unless you haven’t prayed for a while. It is not a frustrating necessity in Christianity. It is a beautiful opportunity to talk to the one who makes stars for fun. The one who takes it upon Himself to wake birds and insects in the morning. The chief mourner who attends the funeral of every dead sparrow. The one who understand the language of the waves. The Almighty who wants every opportunity to spend time with you also.

Now I wonder why you wouldn’t want to talk to Him also. I wonder why you would want to go through all the trouble of facing the calamities of life alone when you can solicit His help for free. I wonder. Because you did something wrong? Come on! He knows our proclivity to sin. He knows our heart. So He has made provision for the slips in the relationship with Him. Go talk to Him about it too. He WILL forgive you. I know so.

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The only way to build a prayer life is to start. Start. With some few seconds. The seconds will build into minutes then into hours. Sooner than you know, you can’t have enough talking to God.

Okay, I have written enough. I am out of here. A certain guy is trying to delay my contract. Taking him to God. Later. Be inspired!

Kwabena Eddie Mankata (C) 2015

when LOVE flickers no more

Living fire begets cold impotent ash. True, but I thought for a moment what began as a sweet smelling aroma perfuming its environs could be exempted from dying. I meant love and its inexplicable associated feelings. Funny, how could I forget that even the word “aroma” lacks any enviable longevity!

Perhaps familiarity may pass for a good reason but certainly at some point in all our relationships, the qualms calm in our tummies, our hearts beat normal, there is no tingle down our spine, our eyes don’t twitch, we no longer hold our breath, we begin to count the faults and yeah, the little things lose their power to intrigue.

Isn’t it ironic that knowing the other person well should make us understand perhaps, appreciate the person more? Yet it rather seems to dull most moments. And then everything becomes so predictable and simply refuses to awe.

Truth is, at every point in time we are being intrigued by someone. Someone who occupies our thoughts, puts smile on our faces, makes us feel proud, colors our day, appears in our day dreams, steals our time etc. If this someone isn’t “who it should be”, then we are on a highway to having issues. Then it becomes easy for us to ignore or tagged our “who it should be” as boring. They may be trying but we simply aren’t interested. And then since we are all good at finding excuses for everything, we coin one for why we think we have to break up and walk away. Consciously we start packing.

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Before you zip the bag, think carefully. Do you really want to let go? Sometimes you have to make a list of everything. Good, bad, fun and all about the person. Be absolutely honest. And make one for yourself. What would come to you easily are the person’s faults. What is difficult to accept are yours. Now think through again with one question in mind, “How have you contributed to this dullness?”

You might discover why everything is flat and boring. It could be that you are focused on the person’s shortcomings so nothing intrigues you anymore. You don’t even see it. It could be that you have forgotten the reasons you fell in love in the first place. When you are sincere, you’d know.

And then when you decide to stay and work through, what do you do? Shift your focus back to the person and hand over the matter to God for help? Yeah but not that simple because it wouldn’t take a day or two.

It takes a while. It takes a conscious effort. It takes sacrifice. It takes hard work. It takes deliberate and calculative efforts to get the love back. It is not something you say and pray about alone. It is something you do intentionally whether you feel like it or not.

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Start with simple acts of love. Compliments often. Leave love notes. Buy thoughtful gifts not necessary big. Pull a surprise. Make time to walk and talk. By all means do something. Fight for love. Get the flickers back. You can! Be Inspired.

Kwabena Eddie Mankata(c) 2015

finish what you started. One way how!

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“Why do you guys have a lot of uncompleted structures?” This foreigner quizzed. The question was long in coming. The look on his face each time he spotted an uncompleted structure inspired a word in the question. 11 uncompleted structures bam!! Question came.

Simple answer, “Unlike you guys, we in Ghana take our tiiiiiiiiimmmme to build.” It was a lie. He knew it. We all knew it. The real reasons could be poor project planning and bad management.  Wait, we can give you other reasons too like; sudden price increase of materials (you have no idea), owner died, contractor absconded, money finish and errr house demons for real.

Some projects begin and end well. Others begin and end with an appreciable drop in quality. Most begin and don’t end. Shockingly some begin, progress on paper but never in reality. Then new ones begin. It is a circle. Well, the government can give you very good reasons if you ask. Anyone can give you a convincing argument why a project was abandoned yet another has to be started. See, we are good at creating good excuses. Should we not finish something we started? 3y3 ya sem (it our issue) not yours.

We have lived like this for long. We don’t complete most projects we start. You’d be surprised how it all began. An unfinished home assignment at a very tender age. An incomplete chore at home. Some “no big deal thing” to us in our formative and adolescent years yet punched little holes in character. Sadly, while we grew, the holes also enlarged.

Today, we falter in times of adversity because our strength is small (proverbs 24:10). We lose passion. We give up. We let go. We get distracted. We move on to something fancier. No hard work. We leave projects unfinished both in our personal and corporates lives. We justify the unjustifiable. Rationalize the unreasonable. Defending the indefensible. We simply excuse the inexcusable. Then move on to the next. Then the next. Then the next. All without completing.

There is something I gathered from marketing my first book, “IT HAD TO BE GOD (Blueprint for a life of thanksgiving).” I have met people both great and small who first lavish on me congratulatory messages then suddenly remembered they onetime wanted to write a book. They started but abandoned it. Some got it finished but the manuscript never made it to press. I met a lady who even dreamt of an album. Wrote one song but never even sang it. You know what you have started and left abi? (right?). You do!

Your career, relationship, and all areas of life are affected when you aren’t a finisher even in something small. However, there is a certain inspiration that comes from finishing no matter your position in the race. It gives you the strength to start again and do better. That finisher’s attitude affects every area of your life too. You become disciplined to handle affairs to the end. You become a winner.

You would be surprised how when you finished one book, you are inspired to read another. How when you able to pray for thirty minutes, you can do forty five next time. When you finish the little ones, you will finish the bigger ones. I admit it took me longer than a while to finish my first book. True, it did. I abandoned it for about six months but one day while I was roaming on my laptop, I found it. I read through it and I got it finished

I found several unfinished scripts, poems and articles too. One script that took me three weeks to type thirty three pages took me three days to add forty pages to finish it. I have hence resorted to finish all before starting another.

How to finish what you started? You can Google five to twenty principles to find out. I can even list ten sure steps for you. By the time you get to the sixth, you might have forgotten the first. I want to give you one. Just one.

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Find what inspired you to start in the first place. Find the why. Find the problem you wanted to solve. When you find that one inspiration, you will find a way to finish it. it is that simple. I mentioned I got my first book published. It was very easy. That’s a lie. It wasn’t. I had challenges. But I never lost my inspiration. I kept the reason so close to my heart. I saw pass the hurdles. And I confirmed the old, “if there’s a will, there is a way.”

So go ahead. Find the inspiration. When you do, you will find the way to finish the project. You will finish the speech, the book and write another one. You will finish the song and sing it. I just finished writing this. Finish yours. Be inspired.

Kwabena Eddie Mankata (c) 2015

i need help

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It was what he said. It was how he said it. It was when. He wore a look that complimented what he said. Was I expecting him to say that? No. Never had it crossed my mind that I would be a recipient of a confession that grave. And be asked to help. Frankly speaking, I thought there were other experienced people he could have approached. But he came to me. About 8:15 pm. It was a Thursday. After service and turned me into a priest with his confession.

I tried not to be shocked. Having been in a drama ministry for a while, I did my best. I kept a nice pose. I listened without interruption. I listened without questioning. I listened without flinching. I simply listened. His confession took less than five minutes but it took me more than five hours to digest it.

Five hours because his composure ever since I met him didn’t permit me to remotely think he would do that. To remotely imagine he would need help. I was going to beat him further with my, “I-told-you-so” and “you-should’ve-known-better” but I didn’t. I figured what’s the point? The harm had already been caused.

So I came up with a plan. One we were going to undertake to get through his mess. Sorry it wasn’t my plan. It was inspired by the His Holiness; The Holy Spirit. We did get through. It wasn’t easy though but we did.

Looking back, one thing that strikes me about him wasn’t what he did. It wasn’t not how he said it. It wasn’t when he said it. It was his boldness and honesty. It was his recognition that he couldn’t stomach what he did any longer. It was the admission of his inability to help himself no matter how many times he tried. He needed help. He knew. So he asked despite all odds and got one.

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One high prolific man also did ask many centuries ago. Nicodemus was a Pharisee. He was a Jewish ruler. He was an expert at law. But Jesus had succeeded in confusing him with the teachings. He wanted to know more but he couldn’t ask, at day. He couldn’t in the company of his colleagues. He couldn’t in the midst of the commoners. Call it pride. He just couldn’t. But he came to Jesus at night for further explanation. He got more confused but had a detailed explanation. He understood better. Because of that night, we also have a better understanding of the concept of being born again and why Jesus came to die. Thank you, Nicodemus (John 3).

A young man asked for help. By grace he got it. Nicodemus asked for explanation. By Jesus himself, he got it. Why are we not asking for help? Let me attempt to answer in the next paragraph.

Today, no one wants to appear weak. No one wants to appear struggling. No one wants to appear in need. To admit you need help will be to diminish your swag. I am the leader so I can’t ask any follower for help. That will question my reputation. I am a church officer so I can’t go about seeking help. I am supposed to know better. I run a business so I can’t ask for advice. That’s will be patronising my expertise.

Or there are no trustworthy people around. Tell someone something and next, you hear it chorused on the streets. So why not keep silent?

Hence we set out to help ourselves. Draw a prayer plan. Draw a reading plan. Draw a work out plan. Google how to overcome the problem and write the steps down. We try. We fail. We try again. We fail again. We don’t try again. We accept the problem and live with it. And hope by some miracle, we will get the right answers. The problem will by itself go away. Sadly it doesn’t.

Here is the simple truth. I have issues. You do too. We all have. Show me someone who doesn’t? And I will show someone living in denial. There are no super humans. With sin comes weakness. One man’s area of strength is another’s weakness. Such is life. That we may learn to support and be there for each other. God wants that of us.

It is no shame we need help dealing with a weakness. We need clarification. We need diverse support. We need understanding.

Yet we don’t ask. We rather pretend. We are drowning but instead of calling for help, we are waving. We are hurting but smiling wide. We are limping but appear to be dancing. We have and are still, allowing pride or shame writes cheques our strength can’t cash!

How long before we admit? How deep do we want to be buried? How long before we go looking for help? By the way, If God inspired James to write, “Carry each other’s burden?” Then there is someone marked out to help you. Open your eyes. Listen to the Holy Spirit. God has given them the answers. You don’t have to fail again. Don’t frustrate yourself again. Go and ask.

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I’m done. I need help. I know it. And thankfully, I have realized who to ask. I’m off. Decide what to do with your problem. Don’t let pride or shame put you in bondage. If you are already struggling, I just gave you the key. Go and ask for help. You won’t even lose one hair mpo. Be inspired.

Kwabena Eddie Mankata (c) 2015

no substitutes needed! relationship isn’t a soccer team!!

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Okay so Fii and Abena have been friends for close to their entire lives. Two years ago, Fii made a smart move to ask Abena to date him. Smart because Abena is the kind of girl who can stop a heated Chelsea – Man City argument just by passing by. Abena is simply endowed in the right places. And God added a sweet voice with a rather shocking thirst for Bible study. Just a stare from her can make you feel sinful remembering all the sins you committed. Like an angel on an assignment. Who wouldn’t want her?

So Fii was smart. For where? Apuu He was no serious dude until one gangster from one ghetto in US, spending holidays in the neighbourhood started making eyes at her. You know boys. They never get serious. They never give serious attention especially when they know the deal is seal until some killer with wild accent and some dollars to spend shows up. Then they become suddenly romantic.

Fii was scared into action. Of course Abena loves Fii for reasons only God can explain. So Abena said yes. Fii was the envy of town. Charlie. Even the chicks (ladies) in the hood gave Abena the Most Beautiful Queen Crown. She was a real queen chosen by a far more satisfied bench of judges and selfless voters than TV3’s Ghana’s Most Beautiful scorers.

Abena straightened Fii one time. Charlie, the guy stopped playing football on early Saturday mornings. He could not even open his eyes let alone get up from bed. Abena dragged him to all-night services every Friday at Tema. Fii became a prayer warrior. He learnt how to play “konka.” Soon Fii was on the guitar.

We lost Fii. But if to Abena, it was no lost. If it were me, boy, my shadow will even be scarce. So we all knew marriage was inevitable. Always waited for the day Fii will bring the wedding invite cards. And ask boys to at least manage protocol team.

So I was shocked when Abena started asking us about Fii’s whereabouts. We covered for him. It was becoming too much. So one day we dragged him to our own area supreme court. Charlie, it turned out Fii had found some halfco babe (half breed girl with German father and Ghanaian mother) called Lily. “So what’s up with Abena?” was the first question from TT. “Aaaah we dey! She has been behaving funny lately. I think maybe we are not meant to be” was his response with a smirk on his face.

He thought they rushed things. He thought Lily opened his eyes to real love. May be God brought Abena His way to straightened him for the Lily. “Okay so end it with Abena.” Akwasi followed up. “No! Let me double sure first.”

That was when Bis got annoyed. “Masa, which one too be this? Greedy boy. Why do you want to keep both girls? Why not put them in a ring and take the winner. So boys can try their luck on the loser.” Both girls were pretty. Fii won’t budge.

We all knew Abena was the one. The player on the field. The one everyone knew. The one who did the hard work. Lily was somehow the substitute. Fresh legs with a wild side but no less pretty. Fii was the coach; deciding the playing minutes for both girls.

Eventually Fii left Abena. All was set for Lily to enter the field. But Lily had her own plans. Fii wasn’t on it. Funny! She was long gone two weeks after Fii proposed to her which she accepted. She chose her dad and G333rmani (Germany) pastures over Fii and the green grass in front of his house. Akoa aso ay3 shi dread (He is in hot waters).

Still we are on it. 24/7 campaigning with all the resources we have. Our message is simple. “Take him back.” Our candidate is Fii. We need only one vote to win. Abena’s thumb. We are using both social and spiritual media. Different campaign messages. With one promise, “It won’t happen again.” Boys abr3. Girl no bu efu roff (Angry). We are hoping we win.

If we lose we deserve it. So do you if you ever keep a substitute. Football is different from relationship. Substitution is part of Football. I don’t know who even made it three. It should be five. When a player get injured. When a player seems lost in the game. When a player errr dey bore the coach(for real…lol). When tactics need to change. Substitution becomes imperative in a game where every second counts. It keeps the game alive. It brings hopes. It wins games. Sometimes players asked to be substituted. Sometimes they get annoyed when taken off. But who cares? Coach decides.
1999 Champions League final between Manchester United and Bayern Munich comes to mind. Played on 26th May at Camp Nou; the home turf of my favourite team Barcelona, it was arguably the next big game after France ‘98 final. Sir Alex Ferguson’s timely injection of Ole gunnar Solskjear in the game on the 81st minute mark made a difference. He scored the winner. Writing this, I can see the tears on Sammy Kuffour’s face as if it was yesterday.

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It becomes a problem when the idea of substitution pops up in relationship. Having a guy and keeping one behind in case it doesn’t work with the first. Rolling with one girl and holding the brakes on another if something bad happens. This is evil. Very evil. Worst is lying to that substitute you would soon kick the main player off the field. But you know you won’t. And you too you agree and hope. Oh no no no no.

Relationship isn’t a 90 minute adventure. You have all the time to fix a problem. You don’t bring another person in because the main player got hurt. You don’t bring another in when you are angered by an act or word. You don’t bring one in while you try to fix the other. You aren’t inspired to solve any impending issue with the main player once you have a substitute.

Else your actions are torn into two. Your attention is divided. Your love is divided. Your service is divided. You can’t serve two masters at the same time. Jesus mentioned it. “No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon.” (Matt 6:24 NKJV) It doesn’t work in spiritual quarters alone. It works in relationships.

So you are waiting for something to happen to end it quick for the substitute to come in. You are actually trying to orchestra a break up but smartly in a way that, it doesn’t come from you. She will be fed up and call it quit. He will eventually leave. So the blame falls on them not you. Such evil intent. Turn tables and imagine been treated like that! Call it off if you have to. Don’t make them do it and blame them. Not cool at all.

There is thin line between a good friend and a potential substitute. We both know it. Don’t lie to yourself. Let the substitute go. God doesn’t double cast. Each cast has a unique role. Why do you double cast? Why keep a substitute? Let them go!! Go work on your main player. If you are substitute, run away. Go find your own turf. Go find a field you can play eternity with no pressure. Relationship isn’t a soccer team. Keep no substitutes. Don’t be a substitute. Be Inspired.

Kwabena Eddie Mankata (c) 2015