Probably since that Liverpool loss in 2019, I��ve kept trying to protect my self as much as I can by keeping my expectations as low as possible in the UCL and expect the worst possible scenario before it even happens.
Yet that still never worked for me, because as much as I try to convince myself, the moment we get into the big stage, I just find myself getting hope again, getting excited again, and believing again, just to get shocked with the worst possible scenario, again.
It’s a cycle I can’t escape, and here I am again, believing that my team, who lost the first leg at their own stadium 2-0, will make the comeback away from home.
Maybe I will get shocked again, and maybe I will keep getting shocked every year, but I have no choice but to keep on believing until the curse ends. Whether it’s this season, next season, or years from now… I’ll be there, and I’ll believe, every single time.
The recent criticism directed at Pastor @REAgyemang over accommodation arrangements during the Alpha Hour convocation needs to be examined with fairness and context. Especially @sports_Zlatan’s submission on @ksheldonstudios with @eri_highes67987
First, it is important to note that voluntary participation is central to both religious and non-religious mass gatherings.
In sports, music, and entertainment events, fans routinely arrive at stadiums days ahead of time, enduring sun, rain, cold nights, and discomfort, sometimes even without any assurance of safety or convenience.
Yet, this behavior is rarely framed as exploitation. Instead, it is understood as personal devotion, passion, and choice.
The same principle applies here.
No evidence suggests that participants were coerced or deceived into sleeping at the stadium. Those who chose to arrive early did so out of personal spiritual conviction, not compulsion. Faith, by its nature, involves sacrifice of time, comfort, and convenience. Throughout religious history, believers have willingly endured hardship in pursuit of spiritual fulfillment. To suddenly label this as abuse only when it is religious reflects an unequal standard of judgment.
Secondly, the expectation that a pastor must personally provide accommodation for thousands of followers misunderstands both logistics and leadership roles. A religious leader is not a hotel manager.
Large-scale events, whether religious, political, or entertainment, require individual responsibility from attendees to plan for their own welfare unless explicitly stated otherwise. Holding a pastor personally accountable for every individual’s lodging choice is unrealistic and inconsistent with how society treats organizers in other sectors.
The argument that “the pastor slept comfortably while others suffered” is also emotionally charged but logically weak. Comfort is not immoral.
Leadership does not demand equal physical suffering to validate spiritual guidance.
@sports_Zlatan you know that a coach does not run the same distance as the athletes; a conductor does not play every instrument; a pastor does not need to sleep on concrete to validate his calling.
That said, compassion and organization can always improve, and constructive feedback is valid. But mockery, ridicule, and blanket condemnation of religion based on voluntary acts of devotion cross the line from concern into prejudice.
In conclusion, if society accepts sacrifice and discomfort as normal expressions of passion in sports and entertainment, it must extend the same understanding to religion.
Anything less is not fairness, it is selective criticism.
@eri_highes67987 thank you for those great submissions.
I used to love my wife because she earned it.
When she was kind, I was kind.
When she respected me, I respected her.
When she didn't—I didn't.
Marriage was a transaction.
A balance sheet.
I gave what I got.
Nothing more.
Then one Sunday our pastor said something I couldn't shake.
"The way you treat your wife is the way you treat the Lord."
I thought he was being poetic.
He wasn't.
That night I looked at my wife.
Really looked.
She was exhausted.
The kids had been brutal.
The house was chaos.
And I was keeping score.
Waiting for her to earn my kindness.
That's when it hit me:
I wasn't loving a woman.
I was worshiping myself.
Every act of service I withheld was worship I stole from God.
Every cold shoulder was an altar to my ego.
Every "she started it" was a prayer to my own righteousness.
Marriage isn't a contract between two people.
It's an offering to the One who made them.
I started loving her differently.
Not because she deserved it.
Because He does.
I served her when she didn't thank me.
I pursued her when she pulled away.
I led when I didn't feel like leading.
Not for applause.
For an audience of One.
She noticed.
Not right away.
But one night she said:
"You're different. What happened?"
I told her the truth.
"I stopped loving you to get something back."
"I started loving you to give something up."
She didn't understand at first.
Now she does.
When you love your spouse as an act of worship
Everything shifts.
The scoreboard disappears.
The transaction ends.
And marriage becomes what it was always supposed to be.
A daily death to self.
A living sacrifice.
An act of worship disguised as a Wednesday night doing dishes.
Your spouse isn't your enemy.
They're your offering.
Treat them like one.
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