The Rejected Accepting the Rejected

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
In ancient Sparta, every new-born male baby was brought to the elders of the village, in which it was bought for inspection. The elders determined whether or not the child was physically strong enough to endure the rigorous and intense adolescent military training mandatory for all Spartan males. If the baby was found defective the parents would take the child to Mount Taygetos, which translates to the Mount of Rejection, and abandon him to die. On occasion, a Helot, a sub-citizen, who was only a little better than a slave would find these children and take them home, adopting them as sons.
We too, in our natural state, are found defective, for there are none righteous before God. All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. Our sin separated us from our Father, without hope, and rejected and exposed to death. O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
Yet, our only hope is in Jesus Christ who was likewise rejected, for Hebrews tells us, that which beareth thorns and briers is rejected. We can be scooped up out of despair and rejection but only from the Rejected. He willingly was rejected: endured the cross, despising the shame. The best part is that He has brought us home and adopted us, making us joint heirs with Him and made us presentable to God His Father.