Tag Archives: Delaware

Infestation

During the summer of 2004, a series of pop up thunderstorms hovered over portions of Newark, Delaware.  In a two week stretch, 27 inches of rain fell over my house, which happened to be undergoing a major makeover, adding a 3rd story.  While 3 separate waterfalls made it through to the first floor, my yard was a another story.

A new pond was added to our property, killing all the grass below.  Five truck loads of fill, 40 feet of drain tile and a retention pond was added to restore grass in my back yard.  Years of tilling, weeding and various applications brought a sense of pride back to my lawn.  However, like an episode of Animal Planet’s Infested, I woke up this morning to a weed infestation.

 

Living in the transition zone, between rye and bermuda  grass doesn’t help, yet there isn’t any grass remaining, except a few once plush sodded areas.  Dandelions, clovers and numerous aggressive weeds have erased 5 years of hard labor.  As in life, if you don’t keep up with daily maintenance, possessions begin to fall apart.  Likewise, if you don’t spend time in prayer, reading the Bible or in worship, a spiritual erosion washes your foundation away, Matthew 7:24-27.  Don’t wait any longer or your next infestation will drive you away from the people and things that you love!

by Jay Mankus

Opening Day 2013

About a month ago, I began to ponder in my mind the message I wanted to communicate to my 11-12 year old baseball team and their parents on opening day.  Since I believe brevity is clarity, I try to say as little as possible, maximizing the power of each word.  Unsuccessful in my initial attempts, the novel idea of praying for wisdom led to form the  invocation I shared today for Greater Newark’s Baseball League’s Opening Day Ceremony.

Not shy about public speaking, last year I was put on the spot after the reverend who was scheduled could not attend, called in from the bullpen to relieve the starter.  With  3 words on my heart, today’s last second notice was not as shocking.  Thus, the theme I wanted to share with just my team, was broadcast to all in attendance, in accordance with God’s will!

The first word God gave me was memories.  Whether a ball player hits a home run, assists in making a double and triple play or makes a game winning catch, these moments in time will be forever etched in a youth’s mind.  No one can take these memories away, brought to recall each time they pass a ball field in life.

This second word has had a much deeper meaning in my life, friendship.  After my 3 children spent 10 years at the same private school, a lost job thrust each into the public school system, scary for any parent, especially in Delaware.  On the first day of his new school, my middle child Daniel came home estatic.  In homeroom, one of his best friends from baseball, Xavier, introduced him several students, making him feel at home.

Finally, the last word the Holy Spirit gave me was legacy.  The game of baseball provides a series of tests, blown calls from umpires to name of few.  Yet, this game teaches great life lessons which can develop character within a child’s life, James 1:4.  Therefore, how you respond to these circumstances dictates the legacy you leave behind: good, bad or ugly.  At the conclusion of the game, when the scoreboard is turned off and the crowds part ways, how will people remember you?  Until this day, play ball!

by Jay Mankus

My Two Cents

During my junior year of college, I once attended a local church in Newark, Delaware, in walking distance of the University of Delaware campus.  Up to this point, I had never experienced a pentecostal worship service.  Beside realizing I couldn’t keep a beat or stay on clap with the regular members, something unusual happened during the tithe.  I have heard of 2 different offerings occasionally, one for the church and another for missions or a needy family.  However, this church had the quickest counters I have ever seen, informing the pastor after the song, there wasn’t enough money collected.

Since I was a typically college student at the time, poor with a few singles and some change in my pocket, I passed on my first opportunity to give.  Moments later, the pastor began preaching on Malachi 3:6-10, so I obliged giving nearly half of what I had in my wallet.  Just when I thought the actual sermon would begin, this preacher began to shout, “yelling you have to give until it hurts,” like the widow in Mark 12:41-44, informing the ushers to make one more pass around the pews.  Although the message he was trying to communicate was clear, this pastor’s tone turned my roommates and I off, never stepping foot into that church again.

I believe tithing is like going to church, reading the Bible or praying.  If someone forces you to do any of these biblical principles, you may agree to do it, yet there is a void which exists within your heart.  When you take ownership of your faith, you want to go to church, read the Bible and pray.  Therefore, your heart is the key to giving, which led the widow to offer up her 2 copper coins worth a fraction of a modern penny in Mark 12.  For what it is worth, my two cents are give in secret, Matthew 6:3-4 and give back to others what God has bestowed upon you, Galatians 6:9-10.

by Jay Mankus

Take My Hand

As a youngster, I recall wrestling with other kids from my neighborhood in Delaware.  These matches continued until someone said uncle, often resulting in complaining, cursing or cries for help afterward.  The losers remained on the ground for several minutes, needing a hand to get back on their feet.

Today, Christians across America are fighting a similar battle with sin.  Unfortunately, instead of finding a helping hand, their friend has joined them, caught in the grasp of  addictive habits.  These spiritual headlocks are leaving believers choking, wheezing and nearly unconscious.  Knocked to the mat, taken down and pinned by their sinful nature, Galatians 5:17, lost and weary souls are running out of time.

Jesus steps in as the chief official of this match in Matthew 11:28-30.  Calling time up, Jesus lends his hands to the fallen.  With a promise of rest, Jesus isn’t forcing anyone to get up.  Yet, this offer is an open invitation, “if you are willing, take my hand?”

To be continued…

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