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Mystery And Wonder: Born Over Again
March 3, 1996

JOHN 3:1-17

Once upon a time, there was a woman who set out to discover the meaning of life. She read everything she could get her hands on-- history, philosophy, psychology, religion. While she became a very smart person, nothing she read gave her the answer she was looking for. She found other smart people and asked them about the meaning of life, but while their discussions were long and lively, no two of them agreed on the same thing and still she had no answer.

Finally, she put all her belongings in storage and set off in search of the meaning of life. She went to South America. She went to India. Eventually, she learned of a wise man who could tell her the meaning of life. Deep in the Himalayas, someone told her how to reach his house-- a tiny little hut perched on the side of a mountain just below the tree line.

She climbed and climbed. When she finally got there, with knuckles so cold they hardly worked, she knocked.

"Yes?" said the kind-looking old man who opened the door. She thought she would die of happiness.

Gasping for breath, she said, "I have come halfway around the world to ask you one question. What is the meaning of life?"

"Please come in and have some tea," the old man said.

"No," she said. "I mean, no thank you. I didnít come all this way for tea. I came for an answer. Wonít you tell me, please, what is the meaning of life?"

"We shall have tea," the old man said, so she gave up and went inside. While he was brewing the tea she caught her breath and began telling him about all the books she had read, all the people she had met, all the places she had been. The old man listened (which was just as well, since his visitor did not leave any room for him to reply), and as she talked he placed a fragile tea cup in her hand. Then he began to pour the tea.

She was so busy talking that she did not notice when the tea cup was full, so the old man just kept pouring until the tea ran over the sides of the cup and spilled to the floor in a steaming waterfall.

When the tea burned her hand, she yelled, "What are you doing?! Itís full, canít you see that? Stop! Thereís no more room!"

"Just so," the old man said. "You come here wanting something from me, but what am I to do? There is no more room in your cup. Come back when it is empty and then we will talk."

Meanwhile, several thousand miles to the west, a leader of the Jews named Nicodemus (shall we call him Nick?) came to see Jesus in the dark. There is probably significance in John telling us it was night time. Nick not only did not want to be seen, but he was in the dark as well. Nick came to Jesus looking for answers. Jesus told him no one can see the kingdom of God without being born from above, born of the spirit, and the wind blows where it wants to! That was Jesus, clear as mud, talking about birth, spirit, and wind. What Jesus was doing was pouring tea all over Nickís hand, telling Nick that he already had gallons of answers. What he needed was one drop of experience-- one moment of new birth-- and he could leave all his answers lying in puddles on the floor.

But, poor Nick didnít get it. He was too literal. "How can anyone enter a second time into the motherís womb and be born again?" "No, no," said Jesus. Not born again, but born from above, born of the Spirit. Youíve had a physical birth. You were born of water (the water broke when you were born). Now, you need a spiritual birth. No one can enter the kingdom of God without being born of the Spirit.

Being born, not over again, but being born of the Spirit is of mystery and wonder. Itís like the wind, Jesus said. Can you see the wind? Do you know where it comes from, or where it goes? No, the wind blows where it chooses, beyond our comprehension and understanding. So it is with Godís Spirit. You canít bottle up Godís Spirit and put it in a denomination or a church or a doctrine or a method, and say, "Aha, now Iíve got you." There is no formula. When you talk to some people about how to become a Christian, they will pull out a card of steps or spiritual laws. You take those steps and you will be a Christian, they say. Well, perhaps that method works for some people, but not all. You canít control Godís Spirit, as you canít control the wind.

Poor Nick didnít get it. He tried to understand Jesus, which was his first mistake! He tried to put what Jesus was saying within his own frame of reference, and what Jesus was saying didnít fit. Oh, the mystery and wonder of God is that God is far bigger than our pictures, far bigger than our ideas, far bigger than formulas, far bigger than our neat theological treatises, far bigger than our interpretation of the Bible, far bigger than our church or any church, far bigger than Christianity.

Jesus told Nick to believe-- believe in Godís love, believe in Godís only Son. Eternal life (which is synonymous with the kingdom of God in Johnís Gospel) is a gift from God, not necessarily to be understood, but experienced. Believe is an experience. Empty your cup. Turn your cup upside down. Empty yourself of your preconceived notions. Empty yourself of your neat little package of beliefs. Believing in Christ is not an intellectual exercise. Believing in Christ is emptying your cup, and receiving the Spirit. Turn your cup upside down. Turn your mind inside out. Step into the air. Ride the wind. Be born anew. Be born from above, from top to bottom, inside out.

Martin Luther believed and experienced faith. He wrote,

Faith is a free surrender and a joyous wager on the unseen, untried and unknown goodness of God. Faith unites the soul with the invisible, ineffable, unutterable, eternal, unthinkable word of God. Faith alone is able, under trial, to hear the deep, secret "Yes" of God beneath and above his "No." That most sweet stirring of the heart, faith is a living fountain springing up into life everlasting.

Nickís last recorded words to Jesus in this passage were, "How can these things be?" Did Nick believe? Did Nick experience being born, not over again, but from above? Did Nick turn his cup upside down? How about you?

ã 1996 Douglas I. Norris