Late night thought.

I was thinking, "I don't understand..." What don't I understand? I don't understand how some people are so easily accepted and other's aren't. Why is it that the pretty face is soon everyone's best friend? What about the other girl? The girl with all the passion and authenticity, works her butt off, does her job, and does not always speak aloud her feelings, but is so eager to be a friend. Why is she always the last to form a friendship? And why do even those friendships have some distance in them? And that is what led to this: 

"Why should I even bother loving someone and showing them the love of Christ if I'm only going to be rejected? Why put myself through that?" God just gave me this simple answer. (He's cool like that). Look what Jesus went through. He knew He would be rejected. He knew who would accept Him as Lord and who wouldn't. That didn't stop Him. He still died on the cross: for the world, and for the men who hammered the nails into his hands and feet. He still loved them. He still reached out to them. He still died for them, knowing they would kill Him.