My friend wiped the spittle from his face. The gospel had been rejected– again. Why then, the smile? “The magistrates tore the clothes off Paul and Silas and ordered them to be beaten with rods. After they had beaten them severely, they threw them into prison and commanded the jailer to guard them securely...About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the rest of the prisoners were listening to them.” (Acts 16:22b-25) Experiencing joy in rejection doesn’t make sense – unless you are suffering for the one who suffered much more for you.