I slipped my feet into grey satin slippers, drew on a light robe and headed toward the coffee pot. The living room through which I moved was swathed in still gentle light. It was morning, just past dawn.
While still on the bedroom side of the house, and having not fully emerged from that warm half-aware sleep consciousness, I thought I had heard non-belonging noises. Now, distinctly, from the upper area of the house, came a loud clunking. I looked to the high windows and saw the whip of trees.
Sidestepping my pre-set march to the coffee pot, I went to the living room slider and drew open the blinds. Every tree, including our largest oak, was turning and bending. A storm system had moved into our village.
From the refrigerator I drew a decanter of filtered water, measured the coffee and set the pot to brew. The overhead clank persisted, so I climbed the stairs, found a heavy shade thrusting side to side and closed a couple of windows that silenced the noise.
Downstairs, I poured a coffee, emptied in a blue sleeve of sweetener and carried my cup to a favored chair that gave to a broad sweep of window. The trees continued their wind orchestrated dance.
I sat long and thought deeply of wind. I considered at length its characteristics and its power. I anchored my mind to the astonishing words of Jesus, my Lord. I listened to the wind howling in my trees, and I listened to the voice of God as He spoke of wind.
“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth; so is every one that is born of the Spirit.” John 3:8
Spoken to Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews, who had come by night to speak with Jesus, these rank with the most profound words ever written. As invisible as is the wind, Jesus was saying, as unknowable, as powerful, …so is a life in the Spirit, so is every one that is born of the Holy Ghost.
Poor Nicodemus. He just did not get it. “You must be born again,” Jesus had told him.
“Uh, Jesus, did you say born again? You mean, somehow get back inside my mother and come out again?” I can see Nicodemus wrinkle his forehead into a question. “Is that what you mean, Jesus?”
I wonder if a wisp of smile flickered over the face of jesus. Perhaps He laid a hand on the shoulder of Nicodemus. “No, my friend. Not that way. Not a physical rebirth. We’re talking Spirit here, Nicodemus. That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.
It was at this point in the conversation when Jesus spoke those magnificent words concerning wind; He tried to explain the abundant life to Nicodemus. It’s unfathomable, my dear man. You hear sounds, but can’t quite make them out. You see the leaves flutter and the trees whip and you know something is causing that, but you can’t grasp it, can’t hold it, can’t quite analyze it. You know the power, see the results, see the workings, the miracles, the provisions…but you just cannot fathom the source.
Listen to the words of Paul as he wrote to the Roman church of just such things.
“O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out! For who hath known the mind of the Lord? …” 3:33-34
Isn’t that a wonderful scripture. Isn’t it beautiful. God is unsearchable, never fully knowable; His ways we just cannot completely understand. What a God! What a mighty God!
And so, I sat this morning and watched one of the most powerful forces known to man–the wind. I tried to see, tried to know it, tried to understand it. I watched the trees bend and heard the howl, but could not see that mighty thrusting force. And so it is with God and His great Spirit…it blows where it will…we hear a sound, but cannot fully comprehend.
I suspect my forehead frequently wrinkles, and I hope God frequently smiles when He sees my questions. I think occasionally I may feel His hand on my shoulder.
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