We had just turned thirteen, finished the seventh-grade school year, and were ready for new adventure. I told my buddy that in the adjoining town there were French girls just waiting for us. There was a dance that Friday night and we would dress our best, splash on a little aftershave, and make our entrance.
We hitchhiked down there, walked up to the door of the dancehall and were refused entrance. They told us in no uncertain terms that we didn’t belong to their town and wouldn’t be admitted. In my mind’s eye, I can still see two dejected and downcast individuals heading back to where they came from. The adventure had imploded.
Rejection is a challenge for all of us. However, that emotion was the most felt by our Savior. He came to His own and His own rejected Him.
As you come to Him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious,
He came to his own, and his own people did not receive Him.
Think about that the next time you are rejected.
Gary
P.S.
We got even with them. Years later we each married a French girl from that town.