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Billy Joel Was Right

For many, music serves as a time warp, taking you back to the days of your youth upon hearing a song on the internet, mp3 player, radio or television.  According to 1 Samuel 16:21-23, music contains healing powers, soothing the soul of King Saul.  When I was younger, 8 track players were on their way out, vinyl had hit its peak and cassette players were the rage.  As for musicians, I was partial toward Billy Joel, Chicago and REO Speedwagon.  Two days ago, I couldn’t get one of Billy Joel’s song out of my mind.

Honesty was released in 1979 on Billy Joel’s 6th album 52nd Street.  The more I played the lyrics over in my mind, especially the chorus below, a truth hit home.

Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue.
Honesty is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you.

In this politically correct age, void of honest humor, honesty has become a lonely word.  Instead of pushing individuals toward greatness, they are coddled, hand fed and led to believe they are greater than they really are.  Public education is the biggest offender of this crime against humanity.

My high school teachers told us the truth, even when you didn’t want to hear it.  These words served as inspiration and motivation to prove others wrong.  As a parent of 3 children now, all in public education for the first time, administrators need to apply the message of Billy Joel’s song.

Students don’t need award ceremony after award ceremony, celebrating who came to school every day and who didn’t.  This generation needs to be challenged by demonstrating tough love.  Affirmation and encouragement is important, yet to be a rugged individual, you must learn to endure hardship, embrace trials and pursue excellence.  The more you hear the truth through constructive criticism, your ability to reach your full potential increases.  As you practice this for yourself, you will see Billy Joel was right, honesty is a lonely word.  Change it now!

by Jay Mankus

On a personal note, its nice to hear how great you are.  However, to be the best writer I can be, please send me comments about topics I am not covering, how I can improve my writing or flaws you pick up reading my blogs.  Perfection may be impossible to achieve, Matthew 5:48, but trying to achieve it often results in future benefits or break throughs.  Any constructive criticism you are willing to send my way is greatly appreciated.  Good day and may God bless you all!

In the Middle Seat

Before the days of mandatory car seats and vehicles with air conditioning, I usually found myself in the middle seat, between my 2 older sisters.  Recently, I was forced to take the only empty seat on an airplane, traveling from Chicago to Los Angelos for 4 hours with 2 strangers.  Whether as a child or adult, being caught in between can be unsettling.  Yet, while in this position, you have the ability to influence others.

After serving 6 years on a church board, I realized that I was sitting in the middle pew, between the shepherd and his sheep. John 10:1-5.  Unfortunately, I lost sight of the role God had placed me in.  A similar fate spread to most of the other elders, who wilted when the going got tough.  Although I thought I had done what I could, hindsight has revealed I should have been more proactive in protecting God’s flock.

From a modern perspective, the man and or woman in the middle has a great opportunity to sway others toward their worldview.  When a leader seizes the moment, their witness, good or bad, can mold, shape and transform innocent bystanders, 1 Thessalonians 4:11-12.  By rubbing off on those whom you encounter, you have the power to Leave Jesus as portrayed in Send the Beggar’s song on their Closer to Complete album.  Therefore, if you want to leave your mark on this generation, don’t let the sun go down until you have maximized each moment you find yourself sitting in the middle seat.

by Jay Mankus

Look to Him, Not to Us

When you are young, its easy to take for granted the places you visit and family vacations you experience.  As an adult, I am learning to appreciate each special opportunity the Lord grants me, one day at a time.  This morning I awoke early, before the crack of dawn, reminiscing about some of the greatest worship moments I have ever encountered.

Singing One Bread, One Body prior to communion at my first Walk to Emmaus weekend still gives me goosebumps.  The Community gatherings at Willow Creek in Chicago I attended every Wednesday night for a year combined immaculate worship with the teaching of John Ortberg.  The rock concert at The Church of the Open Door in Minnesota during my youth ministry trade school in the Twin Cities gave me an idea of the intensity one must bring to fully worship God.  However, this past weekend while visiting Vineyard Christian Fellowship on Appleton Road in Landenburg, Pennsylvania, I felt as if I was in the presence of the most high.

Psalm 100:1 was the inspiration behind the song Shout to the Lord.  The following verse, Psalm 100:2 calls people to make a joyful noise.  However, there is a temptation for worship leaders to think, “look at me, don’t I have a great voice?”  As a karaoke enthusiast, I spent several summer evenings in college hanging out with friends at a local night club, often singing 4 songs prior to leaving.  When you were good, the crowd went crazy following your last line.  If you weren’t, like me, I felt like a professional golfer receiving a subtle clap of applause.  My high point of Karaoke came at the 1995 Canadian P.G.A. Tour Qualifying School on Vancouver Island hosted by Morningstar Golf Club.

After a poor opening round, shooting in the 80’s, I went to a local sports bar in Nanaimo to drown my sorrows.  Since most singers were distracted by the NHL playoffs, plastered on a dozen televisions, volunteers for Karaoke were slim.  Instead of drinking, I used singing as a vehicle for healing.  To my surprise, I nailed Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon, actually hitting every note on cue.  As I handed my microphone off, the place erupted.  Thinking the Canucks, Vancouver’s professional hockey team, had just scored a goal, I turned to the nearest set to see what I just missed, trying to catch a replay.  To my amazement, the audience was cheering for me, praising me for my performance.

The message God placed on my heart over and over this morning is “Look to Him, not to us!”  Since I haven’t had much success singing, the temptation to steal credit from God isn’t there.  However, there are other areas, venues in which I have stolen the limelight from the Lord.  David reminds us in Psalm 16:2 that apart from God we can do nothing.  Therefore, whether you are leading worship for your church, fulfilling the duties of your occupation or fanning into flame your spiritual gift, look to Jesus for strength, 2 Corinthians 12:9.  By demonstrating biblical principle, other  people will start looking to Him, not to us, 1 Thessalonians 4:11-12.

by Jay Mankus

Oh No You Don’t!

On the night of December 30th, I noticed 3 of my friends did not come to work, a sign of layoffs after the Christmas season.  Recognizing the situation, one of the full time employees congratulated me as our shift began saying, “Hey, you made the cut; now you have a few months to prove what you can do!”  At 12 midnight, the usual bell signaled our lunch break, a mid-night snack to mark the first few minutes of New Years Eve 2012.  As I sat down, I felt pretty good, examining in my mind what it meant to keep my job and why I was chosen over several other qualified individuals.  Just when I thought I knew the mind of God, I was forced to take the walk of shame, with 2 other temps, escorted out of the building 4 hours later.  I felt as if God was saying, “Oh no you don’t,” like His words to Job beginning in Job 38:2.

Unfortunately, sometimes you can read too much into every day events.  However, there are moments in history where God clearly does not want you to succeed so He will lead you into His perfect will, Romans 12:2.  Such is the case when I thought I was going to be a P.G.A. teaching professional 16 years ago.  The first step to meet this goal was to pass the players ability test, known as the P.A.T. by assistant golf pros.  The objective is to shoot a set score or lower for 36 holes based upon the difficulty of the course, known as the slope.  On the 6,600 yard, par 72 links style layout in Chicago, I had to shoot 155.  I played a practice round a week before this tournament so I could develop a game plan as well as get use to the speed of the huge greens.  Due to the numerous water hazards, I decided to leave my driver behind, playing all 36 holes with my 3 medal.

Crescent Pointe

On a windy day in July, 50 assistants set out to break through early in the morning for an 8 hour grind of endurance and nerves to demonstrate their golfing skills.  Despite a chili-dip on the second hole, a penalty stroke, 5 3-putts and a 4 putt, I still shot 79 on the first 18 holes, needing only a 76 to earn my player’s card.  I began the second round with a flurry, 1 under through 4 holes.  Despite another ball in the water and double bogey, I only needed to card a 37 to complete my journey on the final 9.  Two more 3 putts, one for par and 5 missed birdie putts under 10 feet led me to shoot 157, 2 shy of the mark.  Only 4 assistants fulfilled their dreams on this day, one of whom was in my group.  In fact, like the Amazon employee above, he said after the round, “I can’t believe you didn’t make it!”

Looking back on this day, it was as if God put a lid over the hole so my ball would not drop in.  This failure eventually led me to Delaware for an amazing 10 years of coaching high school golf and teaching the Bible to middle and high school students.  While I am far from comprehending the mind of God, I do know from personal experience that the Lord uses road blocks to divert individuals toward the right city, church or occupation.  Although the apostle Paul really wanted to visit the province of Asia in Acts 16:6-7, the Holy Spirit had other plans for his ministry, stopping him in his tracks.  Likewise, as I wrestle through another setback in life, I’m waiting for God to change His tune from “Oh no you don’t to I’d been waiting for your arrival!”

By Jay Mankus

Personal Responsibility


Last night, I watched a re-airing of ESPN’s 30 for 30 special entitled Benji, the life and tragic death of Ben Wilson.  Since I got married in Cook County, lived in Chicago for 2 years, worked for Michael Jordan as the manager of his Michael Jordan Golf Shop at O’Hare International Airport and had a co-worker whose son was offered a full ride to play college ball at Illinois, I was intrigued by the previews of Benji.  Although I watched the premiere showing on Tuesday night, I was distracted by the Celtics/Heat game, flipping back and forth between each.  Thus, as I examined the whole episode, I discovered the moral of this biography was personal responsibility.

Similar to Michael Jordan’s growth spurt in high school, Ben Wilson grew several inches between his freshman and sophomore year at Simeon High, located on the south side of Chicago, reaching 6 feet 5 inches by the start of the basketball season.  After teammates convinced their coach to allow Benji to try out for the varsity squad, it wasn’t long before Ben Wilson became a fixture in the starting line-up.  As a junior, Benji led his team to the Chicago City Championship and eventually to the Illinois AA State Title.  Invited to the top summer basketball camp, full of the nation’s top senior prospects, Benji out shined every player, receiving the #1 rating as America’s number one college prospect.  Unfortunately, one day before the first game of Benji’s senior season, he was shot twice while taking a walk during lunch, dying 24 hours later.

Underneath all the glamour, glitter and future stardom, there was a dark cloud hanging over Benji’s life.  His father only attend 5 or 6 of Benji’s basketball games to his recollection, too distracted by crack cocaine, addicted to the highs he received.  Meanwhile, Benji was once suspended from school a week for striking a teacher in the hall, got his high school sweetheart pregnant and became overly possessive of her, which led to his death.  This cloud grew in size like Hurricane Sandy when William Moore and Omar Dixon decided to skip school one day.  With his uncle’s gun in his coat pocket, William Moore disregarded his uncle’s warning after Benji accidently bumped him.  Encouraged by Omar and fearful of Ben’s size, William choose to shoot Ben twice, fleeing the scene until the police knocked on his parents door later that evening.

Anyone can play Monday morning quarterback, yet if personal responsibility was taken by the party’s involved, Benji might be still playing in the National Basketball Association or finished a hall of fame career by now.  First, William Moore joined a local gang after his father died of cancer.  If William would have sought professional help or the advice of a local pastor, he might have turned to someone else and likely would not have skipped school on the day of the shooting.  On the other hand, if Benji would have demonstrated anger management, respect and self-control, this bumping incident would not have escalated into his murder.  Guns don’t kill people, people pull the trigger as their lives begin to fall apart.  A lack of leadership at home often pushes young people to their peers or even worse, to gangs where family values turn into self destructive habits.  These attitudes taught on the street shape a teenagers’ worldview, influences their behavior’s and leads to a life style which led to Ben Wilson’s murder.  May this story prevent future violence, discouraging today’s students from pulling the trigger.  Remember Benji!

by Jay Mankus