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Topic: Rejection (11/15/04)
TITLE: Coppery Bouquets and Puny Metal Sticks By Kelly Klepfer 11/16/04 |
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Of course, the comments that accompany the feelings manage to intensify them. “Yeah, of course she….” “What do you expect, you….” - the internal dialogue from the pits of Hell. During this emotional tidal wave – if I reached out to the lover of my soul - the One who has chosen me - would I be overcome?
What was it like for Him? Mocked and betrayed by His best friends? A blood thirsty crowd screamed for His crucifixion and chose a murderer over Him. Sticky, stinky spit hit Him and crawled down His face. What would any one of those rejections do to my spirit?
If those horrific injustices weren’t enough – His own Father turned His back to Him. He stood by and watched. Did the angels stand in front of the throne begging with their eyes, hoping for a sign or a word that would release them to help Him? The earth quaked. Did the doves mourn? Did the sheep cry out and run panicked, knowing that the Shepherd was being tortured?
What was it like for the Light of the world to have been cut off from the blinding Light of His Father’s face? The Bread of Life’s source of Life slowly, painfully ebbed away with each pump of His strangled heart. The Wonderful Counselor was without anyone to listen to His grief, and hold His head or hand and whisper “there, there”. Did His heart cry out with the words of David – don’t take Your Spirit from Me? Did He ask for mercy?
Ironic - that the Creator allowed His creation to use His raw materials to crucify Him. He stayed on the cross, held by puny metal nails. All things are held together by Him – He held the cross together with His body. He did this for a small handful of worthless creatures who would choose to love Him. He spoke through the darkness and called my name. He took the darkness from me that day on the cross.
The rejection I experience in this life is like the smell of something rotted in an alley as I travel to the sweet entrance of a botanical garden in full bloom. As I pass through Hell on this earth and its unbearable stench, I will do well to remember the garden that waits for me. In Him I will never, never, never be rejected. I am chosen, therefore, I am unrejectable. Thank You Jesus.