The memories of years gone by are not always good ones. As the smallest student in the class I was the last one chosen for the baseball team, or the soccer team or any other team activity. (But I could run like the wind an do great cart-wheels.)
There is a learning experience to that kind of rejection and one that can even haunt you as you get older.
An incident yesterday took me way, way back. I saw someone in a Supermarket that obviously was uncomfortable at having run into me. She was not happy with a decision I had made about twenty-five years ago and it sticks out all over her when we bump into each other. She quickly made an about-turn and disappeared up another aisle.
Then today I went to comfort someone and as I reached for her hand she pulled it back and said she didn’t want anyone praying for her. This was a lady I had often hugged. Wow was I stunned. But Jesus had stood where I stood. Rejected!
The incident hurt me terribly but I am no longer twelve years old. I’ve grown up. Life has dealt me some blows but I have gained a lot more confidence and a lot more Faith…and it has truly sustained me.
At twenty I worked in an office where the Mail Clerk decided he could harass me…not physically, but with tiny word-jabs that obviously made him feel like the cat’s meow but made me feel like a numbskull. I was moved up in the office a month or two later and he remained as the Mail Clerk. Being mean never got him anywhere.
I believe that being kind reflects the love of God more than anything else. At that matter it was what attracted me to my husband.
I think we probably unknowing hurt people but doing it on purpose is a terrible sin in my books. But it happens sometimes. We all make mistakes without realizing it…but I pray I’m not knowingly being unkind…that would grieve God’s Spirit and would certainly grieve mine.