I just “celebrated” my 45th birthday.
I just crossed over, in my mind anyway, that invisible line to a section labeled seasoned, prime, potential cougar, mid-life, pre-menopausal and old/er. If I could bring myself to stay up past 9pm on a Friday night to make it out to a nightclub, I would get sized up upon entry with looks of disapproval and disgust, because the younger generation can “smell” old. I remember several years back, I dared to enter a bar who makes most of its money on clientele in their early 20’s to 30’s. I was meeting an old friend of mine and as we sat talking and drinking wine (drink of choice for a more seasoned woman), I couldn’t help but over hear the conversation taking place at the table next to us with several young “gentlemen”. It seems that, to their utter disappointment, there were a lot of “aunties” out tonight. Now, where I come from, the term “aunties”, isn’t exactly a compliment. It is how the younger generation refer to an older woman, now in the context of a bar it would translate to a “cougar”, ala Samantha from “Sex in the City”.
At that moment, I wanted nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Because I knew that I was one of the aunties to which they were referring, well, my friend too but she was oblivious to it all and I didn’t want to mood on our table to plummet even further. I just wanted to pack up and leave because we both came to a realization, my male neighbors and I, that I was no longer (not in the slightest) “considered” and they realized, to their dismay, that they were not gonna get lucky that night.
Truth be told, I had a husband waiting at home for me, a hot one at that, and, if I might add, a few years younger than me. I had not gone there to catch me a young new “prey” nor was I on the prowl, but I couldn’t help but feel so…….rejected.
And I wonder why I let rejection seep into me, entering the deepest recesses of my soul. I am no stranger to rejection. I have experienced rejection in various forms, rejection in high school, rejection at work, with co workers, with my family, rejection from my own children and rejection from complete strangers. One would think, that at my age, rejection would bead up upon impact, like a finely waxed car only to roll right off, never to be seen again.
If anyone experienced horrible rejection, it would be Jesus. From the moment He was born to His death at Calvary, He suffered unthinkable rejection on the cross and He did it all for us!
Not once, did He ever cower in a corner with fear from another blow of rejection. Instead, He continued doing the work of His Father knowing that His time was limited.
If we come to know who we are in Christ, truly know, we will find that the fear of rejection will be lifted off of us only to be replaced by complete freedom!
BUT FIRST HE MUST SUFFER MANY THINGS AND BE REJECTED BY THIS GENERATION (Luke 17:25)
HAVE YOU NOT EVEN READ THIS SCRIPTURE: THE STONE WHICH THE BUILDERS REJECTED, THIS BECAME THE CHIEF CORNERSTONE (Mark 12:10)