I once wore a t-shirt with a single word written in BOLD RED ink. JESUS was the word. Every where I went, it invoked a reaction. Some people openly embraced it. Others openly confronted it. Most avoided it. I found the reaction to me interesting. I was the same person, with or without the JESUS shirt.Today, I handed a copy of “The Message” to a guy in Einstein’s bagel. I was sitting adjacent to him. I thought, “Yes. I will give him, “The Message”.” Then, I thought, “No. I won’t give him The Message.” The guy looked quite professional, but a bit serious. The thought of giving him The Message made me uncomfortable, but the thought of disobedience to my Father was even more uncomfortable. I gave the guy, “The Message” as I left.
He accepted my gift. He said, “Thank you” and put it aside. He seemed a bit put out at The Message. It may have been that he was even expressing an anger at The Message. I couldn’t tell for sure, but his reaction validated my discomfort.
As I drove off, I prayed. God, help me to not take rejection personally.
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Father, help the guy fall in love with The Message.
God Spots 
My fear of personal rejection gets in the way of me doing God’s will and his work more often than I care to admit. You’re my hero–but on when you are on your meds!
TJ.
I thought about discernment as I drove away. This was the 1st time I can remember for me to give, when I was “discerning” rejection was on the way, even before I said, “I give the Message away. Here is your copy.”
It was kinda like my thought was, “This is going to hurt, but I’m going to do it anyway (out of obedience).”
Interesting set of dynamics. I think God likes us to S-T-R-E-T-C-H…….even when we are on our meds! Ha!
Oh and forget the hero part. I took the title Super Hero when I ripped the top off my sock!~just sayin’