Rejected...Same as Disowned

How does it feel to be rejected? When rejected, is there any greater feeling of being alone?

“54 So they arrested him and led him to the high priest’s home. And Peter followed at a distance. 55 The guards lit a fire in the middle of the courtyard and sat around it, and Peter joined them there. 56 A servant girl noticed him in the firelight and began staring at him. Finally, she said, “This man was one of Jesus’ followers!”

57 But Peter denied it. “Woman,” he said, “I don’t even know him!”

58 After a while someone else looked at him and said, “You must be one of them!”

“No, man, I’m not!” Peter retorted.

59 About an hour later someone else insisted, “This must be one of them, because he is a Galilean, too.”

60 But Peter said, “Man, I don’t know what you are talking about.” And immediately, while he was still speaking, the rooster crowed.

61 At that moment the Lord turned and looked at Peter. Suddenly, the Lord’s words flashed through Peter’s mind: “Before the rooster crows tomorrow morning, you will deny three times that you even know me.” 62 And Peter left the courtyard, weeping bitterly.” Luke 22:54-62

 

He asked them to pray with Him.

They fell asleep.

They came to arrest Him.

All of them fled, leaving Him alone.

 

Alone.

 

He had washed their feet…fed them, prayed for them, and blessed them beyond their comprehension.

They took Him to the High priest’s home. Alone.

This was only the beginning. He would face abuse, flogging, false witness, humiliation, deepest agony and crucifixion…alone.

Peter was certain he would never reject his friend and teacher, Jesus. He stubbornly said so. Now Jesus was alone.

Accusers surrounded Him. It had been a long night. He’d never slept. The rooster crowed. Morning was near. He turned His face towards His friend. Peter had just denied Him-again. Not once, three times.

Rejected.

 

Alone.

Jesus knew it would happen.

How does it feel to be rejected?

Disowned by a friend…

Jesus was rejected for you and me.

He willingly allowed it.

David EllisComment