He LOVES the UNLOVED-3

Script-3

My Father's LOVE

As I walked home with her words in my mind, all that had happened recently began to make sense. God had saved me and finally shown me where I belonged. The love and acceptance I had always searched for wasn't in a booze bottle or a marijuana high. It wasn't even in my relationship with Stephanie. Those were all temporary hiding places so I wouldn't have to face my pain. My real place of love and belonging was in the arms of my heavenly Father. I knew I'd never feel abandoned again.

At the time of this writing, I am attending Bible College. God is calling me to preach to inner __city teens, which I plan to do upon graduation. My dream is to one day stand in a pulpit, looking out into the eyes of lost young people, and say the words that changed my life just three short years ago: "My name is Josh, and I want to tell everyone that MY Father truly loves me."

He LOVE the UNLOVED

Our greatest emotional need is to feel 

loved, and God’s desire is that out human relationship be characterized by his love. Unfortunately life doesn’t always happen that way. God’s love is good news, however, especially to the unloved, for he has special place in his heart for those who have been left alone on the outside of human love. When we feel unloved, he reaches into our lives with parental affection and compassion, assuring us with his own loving presence that we need never walk alone in this world.

God’s love is not a consolation prize; it is the grand prize. If we push past God's love in an attempt to grab hold of human imitations of it, we'll miss out. Ignoring God's love might even be compared to trampling a winning lottery ticket as we rush to collect a monthly paycheck! 

I heard a real story of a young man, who is A-23-years old boy, B.tech student. He wrote a letter to his parents saying that...

Dear Mom,

'I'm sorry' forgive me, I have no idea what am doing!! I'm in love with a girl since from three years, we are in same college that was love at first sight for both. I was deeply in love with her, I never rejected whatever she asks me to do/buy, I had gave her a'Quality' life, I gave her everything  but She 'Betrayed' me, Mom. how could she betray me? I never said no to her, I can't even imagine my life without her!!! She cheated on me😭 mom "SHE CHEATED ON ME". Now I am an inanimate person. I wants to teach her a lesson, I'm giving up MOM. I'm fade up with this life. I wants to fly away far from her, and I’m dying mom... I lied my head on track I left 10mints thought to write a letter, if she comes tell her that "I LOVE YOU" Bye mom.

You’re only one SON.

😲😲😲😲what was that?

Did you find anything weird?

Suicide Note!!!!Seriously?

He was a B.tech student, He become mad for that girl!!!! "I'm sorry forgive me" for what reason she should forgive him?

He was in love with a girl he felt cheated and destroyed his life in a second. He doesn't even thought about his MOM. He mentioned “I never said no whatever she asks me to do, I always loved her".

Then what his mother did? She/mom also never said no when he asked to buy for costly bike, mobile, branded dress and sneakers!!! She loved his son more than her life.He said “she cheated on me, she betrayed me" than what he does to his mother? Isn't it a cheating? He cheating his mother since from three years. He felt faded for one second and gave up his life than what about his mother? She gave him a birth, she molded his life in her glorious hand, she was being watchman to him since from 24years what he does? "He GAVE UP HIS LIFE" for that stupid girl? 😏😏

(In letter) "If she comes tell her that "I LOVE YOU".😡really!!!

Does he know... that his mother is a single parent?

Does he know... how she/mom feed him?

Does he know... where she/mom was working?

Does he know...  where the shirt, pants and sneakers comes from? 

Does he know... what she/mom was eating?

Does he know... what she/mom was doing in her life?

What does he know about her/mom?

He wrote her/mom only one thing "I'M SORRY MOM" is that enough?

Hey you!!! never be too late, love is not only one thing which makes you happy "He loves the UNLOVED" you’re not the only one who gets betrayed, after you leave this world the same thing feels by our God, parent, friends, relatives and neighbors’. Don't do such stupidity. God loves you more than he/she loves you. She/he may betrays you but not our god.

To feel truly loved for the first time is a powerful experience. For many people, the first time they've felt love is when they encountered God as they began a new relationship with him. What a powerful experience to have God's love__ the best off all loves__ to be the first to fill your unloved heart!

God is the source of all love. God is the author of loving relationships. And God is love. That is why the amazing gift of human love finds its true significance only in the context of God’s love. And that is why we feel unloved, a relationship with God is the best place to begin our quest for love.

Scripture is clear on this point: God wants a loving relationship with us. He is not angry, disappointed, or frustrated with us. He is not our earthly parents, our boss, or our spouse. He is the God who would sacrifice anything to give us his love, and his love is higher, longer, wider, deeper, and stronger than any we could ever imagine. And it is for us.

Say with me ….

My loving father, how sweet your kindness and compassion are toward me. Your love is good and faith ful! Thank you for opening my eyes to see how much you love me. As I begin to walk in your acceptance and kindness, help me heal from past wounds of feeling unloved. Thank you that I won’t be walking through this process alone because you walk with me. I receive your kindness and compassion with joy and gratitude. I also embrace your love as you have shown it to me in your son, Jesus. I realize right now I am not unloved. I am deeply loved by you. That is why I know I will never walk alone. Amen.

you still feel you are UNLOVED? 

                                                            

He LOVES the UNLOVED-2

Script-2

My Father's Love

Countless Sundays passed as I attended church to be with Stephanie. Her parents nodded approvingly as we all sang from the hymn books and whispered together in prayer. I became the   world's greatest pretender. Who would ever guess that just the night before I had fallen   asleep in a cloud of marijuana smoke with an empty bottle in my hand? It was a juggling act that was becoming second nature of me.

One afternoon, Stephanie announced that she was going on a retreat with girls from church and would be out of town for three days. I didn't realize until that weekend just how vital Stephanie was to me. She was the most important thing in my world, and I was facing a whole weekend without her. 

"There's a party at Steve's place," my friend Scott said one Friday night. "It'd be cool if you could be there."

His invitation sounded great until I remember Stephanie's parents. There was an important revival at the church that night, and they were expecting me to be there.

"Can't," I answered remorsefully. "I've got other plans."

The church was filling quickly as I searched for Stephanie's parents. A slight pounding in my skull was the only trace of how wasted I'd gotten the night before. I was missing Stephanie so much. I felt empty without her. All the more reason to straight the knotted silk tie at my throat and sit with her parents, except I arrived late and their pew was filled. They smiled and waved as I sat in the third row.

The pastor explained that they had a special guest that evening. A- years-old boy would deliver a personal testimony of what God had done in his life. I watched as the kid shook hands with the pastor and then took command of the microphone. He wore jeans, a T-Shirt, and sneakers. His blond hair hung long and shaggy to his shoulders.

"My father loves me," he opened by stating. "It took me 17 years to be able to say those words. My father loves me, and he will love me no matter what mistakes I make or what weakness I have. He will love me through every storm in my life and hold me in his embrace until the clouds clear and the sun streams through again."

The wounds I carried from my own uncaring father began to sting as if scoured with salt. This kid had a great dad who obviously loved him very much. I stared at him with envy.

"I'm not speaking of my mortal father," the young man said, scanning the congregation with pale blue eyes. "My mortal father was incapable of love. He abused me throughout my childhood and beat my
mom until she could barely stand. What meant the most to him was his Vodka, which eventually took his life."

My mouth grew dry. The people seated around me began to melt away, and all I could see was this boy, virtually the same age I was, drawing me into a world I knew too well___ a word with a big puzzle piece missing.

"When I say my father loves me, I'm speaking of my real father... your real father... the father that will embrace you for all of eternity." He paused, pinning his gaze on me. "I'm talking about my spiritual father."

I listened to every word he said. He spoke of God as our true father, the one who will never abandon us, turn away from us, or disappoint us. He said that knowing God and letting him into your life will bring you the most awesome parent/child relationship you could ever experience.

By the time he closed with a heartfelt prayer, I was sobbing as I bowed my head. For once, my prayer came from my heart.

I could hardly wait to talk to Stephanie when she got back from the retreat. I would no longer have to pretend. Now my love for God was as real as hers.

"I've got news for you," she said.

I grinned. "I've got news, too. Me first, Okay? If I don't tell you this minute, I'm going to explode!"

I explained about the revival and how God spoke to me that night and how he told me that he is my loving father and I don't need to hurt anymore. I told her that my life had been forever changed, and it was all because of the Lord.

Stephanie hugged me before her expression clouded. "We need to break up," she said softly. "I do love you. It's nothing you did__ I just feel the need to concentrate on my relationship with God right now. I hope you understand."

To be Continued...

He LOVES the UNLOVED

Script-1

My Father's Love

They say you can't miss what you never had, but I say they're wrong. My parents divorced when I was just one, and growing up without a definitely left a painful void in my life. Even though I'd never known his face or the warmth of his hand taking mine, I still missed his presence.

When I was 13, some friends and I met at a church parking lot to shoot hoops. It turned out to be my first attempts to find the love I craved.

"Josh, don't go home, man," Michael urged, wiping sweat from his forehead after we finished our game. "Come to church with us. It starts in a few minutes."

At first I intended to say no, but something drew me. It wasn't a hunger for God or the hope I would find something life changing between those concrete walls, but more of a need to be included in whatever my friends were doing. It felt good to simply belong.

The preacher addressed the congregation with words that flowed in a powerful stream, but I yawned and shifted uncomfortably. At the end of the evening I bowed my head, but only because that's what everyone else was doing and I didn't want to be different. I was tired of being different and feeling alone.

The more I tried to find what was missing inside of me, the more lost I became. Marijuana could mask the pain for a while, filling me with a hazy sense of relief until the high vanished and I had to face reality again. Alcohol dulled my suffering and gave me a shield to hide behind until a hangover was all that was left. Still, a temporary escape was better than none at all, and I clung to that reasoning like those church people clung to their Bibles.

Smoking and drinking were nothing I would do in front of friends or family, only in the privacy of my room. I was still "good old josh" to everyone who knew me, pulling in straight A's, hanging out with friends, and functioning like a well-oiled machine, but there was that other side of me that only I knew, the one that surfaced in the dark. I tries so hard to fill the void in my life that i found poor substitutes in booze and weed. At last they were always there when I needed them... joints and whiskey bottles never walked away.

That summer I met with a girl named Stephanie through a mutual friend. She was bright, pretty, and easy to talk with. We began dating, and the closer I got to her, the less my needy soul hurt. She and her parents were devout Christians, which meant I had to do some heavy acting. If Stephanie was going to love me and chase all my troubles away, I would have to play the role of a Christian. I knew I could do it; it hadn't been that hard the night I went to church with Michael and Brian. I just needed to go through the motions of worship again.

To be continued.....