“Do you want to be made well?” He asked. I remember the first time I experienced the pain of rejection in my life. I was thirteen years of age and at the time I had no clear understanding of what it was and what it meant. It had been a few months after my mother had gone to be with the Lord and life was somewhat trying to get back to normal. I was in boarding school and all I could feel was how detached from everything I had become because there had been a deep void left in the…