Tuesday, August 6, 2013

John 3:8

"It's like the wind, Nicodemus," Jesus adds, "it comes and goes at will, you hear it rustle all around you, but you cannot really pinpoint where it originates or where it intends to end up.  It's sort of like that with every person brought into life by the Spirit of God." John 3:8 EFP

I believe Jesus senses Nicodemus has finally caught on to what he is trying to communicate.  This unlikely Pharisee is still reeling from this completely new perspective into the character of God.  His spiritual fiber has been knitted in the ritualized and formalized religious factories of Judaism.  God is seen as a just but severe sovereign that rewards the righteous and punishes the ungodly.  The world is clearly divided into these two groups-- the good and the evil.  He has lived an upright life of piety and purity and most likely believes his status in life is a reward, the obvious result of divine approval.

But Jesus has turned his religious-reward incentivized world on its head.  He is stripped of his human merit and has seen it replaced by a wholly divine initiative.  In this broken condition Jesus shares a word picture that must have helped Nicodemus regain some perspective.  "It's like the wind, Nicodemus" Jesus suggests.  It cannot be packaged neatly for Nicodemus’ convenience.  The thought must have been comforting and frightening simultaneously!

It is no less frightening to me today.  It would seem to be so much easier to have God fit into my man-made mold.  But divinity is not a controllable entity.  And just as the wind can swirl and change directions without warning, so it is in my life, I cannot anticipate where God will lead and how He will get me there.  God calls me to trust him and to be open to his leading.  There is only one guarantee given to me as a believer, God will never leave me.  The One who initiates the work assures me that He will finish what He began.  My participation is merely the evidence He is working in me, not my attempt to gain merit in His eyes.  That is a freedom that even the wind envies.   

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