Repost from 7/5/17
“The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8)
I think that verse is one of those lovely verses in John that we know must be true, but we just don’t take the time to know what it means. At least for me, this is true. I’ve read it, but I”m always distracted by the rest of the very lovely chapter, and I don’t think about this verse.
This morning, I was reading a chapter from Rachel Held Evans book, Searching for Sunday; she was writing about this verse. Jesus is trying to explain — well — everything to Nicodemus, and Nic isn’t getting it. So, finally, Jesus tells him to compare the spirit to the wind – in fact, he uses a word that means both spirit and wind.
Think about it. You see the work of God in the world, if you will look, but like hearing the wind, you don’t know where God comes from, where God is going. You can’t predict the wind (or God); you can’t control the wind (or God). Even though we try.
If we look, we will see the work of God everywhere. Evans says we will recognize God’s work by the fruit – fruits of the spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Where have you seen those lately?
A few days ago, I was driving to work, and I saw a turtle trying to cross the road. In our impatient world, no one is going to wait for the turtle to cross the road, or even notice that it is there. A turtle crossing the road is going to die. Horribly (for the turtle). I often just drive by, in a hurry to get where I cam going and do what I need to do, but today, I stopped and turned around. I was going to get the turtle out of the road.
As I was driving back to the turtle crossing, I saw a very large, black SUV coming down the road, right at the poor, slow turtle. Surprising to me, it stopped, right before it hit the turtle. A large (by large, I mean tall, athletic, young) man stepped out of the car. He rescued the turtle.
Kindness, right in front of me.
The spirit moving.
It wasn’t a bit thing (unless you were the turtle), but maybe it was a big thing. Maybe it was God at work in that man’s life, and in my life, to make himself known.
The wind blows where it chooses.