Once upon a time, there was a boy, there was a girl and there was a party. Tale as old as time. Perhaps. At least as old as my time.
Girl desperately wants love. She is asking anyone and everyone if she is beautiful. If she’s worth fighting for. Her dad has told her no she is not. Tale as old as time. Perhaps. At least as old as my time.
Guy desperately wants to prove he’s a man. He’s asking anyone and everyone if he’s got what it takes. Is he masculine and strong? His dad has disappeared. His father has left the question dangling while he too searches desperately to fill his own void. Tale as old as time. Perhaps. At least as old as my time.
Back at the party, a boy and a girl seek the answers to their questions. Each seeks to fill an empty spot that they can not clearly understand.
Just the hunger. Her for affection. Him for assurance.
His attention sparks her hope. Her attention sparks his hope. Alcohol lends false courage, dulls intuition and disarms self control.
An unguarded heart, she is at risk. Rather than fighting for her. He objectifies. Taking what he thinks will fill him.
The bloom of beauty is bruised. Petals wilt.
Counterfeit love leaves one emptier. Temporary love. Shell of love.
Selfish. Unsatisfying. Destructive.
Hope fades. The hunger grows. Self esteem shatters.
Tale as old as time. Perhaps. At least as old as my time.
Looking back, there is a tale even older. It began with the One who is unconstrained by time.
His tale fills. His tale is selfless. His tale builds. His tale redeems.
Fathers love your Daughters and Sons. Answer their questions. Tell her she’s lovely and worth fighting for. Tell him he’s worthy and has what it takes. Protect them.
There is a way full of hope. His way.
John 15:12: “My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.”
The world’s answer is heartbreaking.