CALVARY BAPTIST CHURCH

 

Rev. Fred Weimert    February 17, 2008

 

“Born of the Spirit”

 

 

 

 

The Irony of the reading from Genesis 12,

            with Abram leaving his family...

                        being read this same week that my son moved from Baltimore...

                                    wasn’t the only scriptural irony for me this week.

 

On Tuesday I was having lunch with Bob Dorr

            and Marie and Bill Gruhn…

                        to discuss the memorial service for their mother.

                                    During lunch Bob mentioned hearing a good sermon

                                                while attending University Baptist Church...

                                                            that sermon was on the third chapter of John...

                                                                        the story of the conversation between

                                                                                    Jesus and the Jewish leader Nicodemus...

            And later when I returned to my office I discovered

                        that John 3: 1-17 was the gospel reading for this week.

                                    Unfortunately Bob didn’t give me

                                                the entire sermon outline.

                                                            He only mentioned that the message was about

                                                                        Jesus call to Nicodemus

                                                                                    not to be born again...

                                                                                    but to start all over...

                                    I am not certain what that pastor meant by

saying Nicodemus needed to start all over.

                                    I do know that the pastor was quite conservative...

                                                He may have looked at Jews as “unsaved”.

                                                            which John’s text might support.

 

John does, as Sandra Schneiderers says,

put this Nicodemus story

between the story of Nathaniel,

            in Chapter one,

                        Nathaniel:

“the true Israelite without guile who immediately abandoned his skepticism and confessed Jesus as ‘Rabbi (or teacher),’  ‘son of God,’ and ‘King of Israel’”(1:49)

            That is on one side of the Nicodemus story and on the other side

                        is the story of the Samaritan woman at the well:

                        “the apostate Jew who comes to believe in Jesus as ‘the Christ’ (4:29)”

                                     S. Schneiderers, Written that You May Believe, pg. 118

            Another scholar Amy Jill Levine,

                        a Jewish New Testament scholar

                                    from Vanderbilt ,

                        wrote of Nicodemus and the Samaritan woman:

 

            Nicodemus the Pharisaic elder, introduced in the previous chapter, comes

            to Jesus in the dark of midnight, the Samaritan woman, at noon,

            understands the ‘light’ Jesus brings; the Pharisee remains in the dark.”     

Amy Jill Levine, The Misunderstood Jew, pg. 135

 

Certainly John may well be saying that Jewish people

            are in the dark,

                        and need to start all over again...

 

But I am not certain that would have been John’s last word on Nicodemus,

            because we see Nicodemus 2 more times in John’s Gospel.

                        In Chapter 7 he is found defending Jesus’ right to be heard

with very proper Jewish argumentation:

                                                “Our law does not judge people without first giving them a

                                                hearing to find out what they are doing, does it?”  (7: 51)

            Nicodemus is also found with Joseph of Arimathea...

                        who John says was a secret disciple of Jesus (19:38)

                                    And Nicodemus is with Joseph—

                                                burying Jesus

                                                bringing 100 pounds of spices

to anoint Jesus’ body...

                                                obviously he didn’t grasp the resurrection...

                                                            but nobody did at that burial moment.

            Certainly John paints Nicodemus in colors

                        which aren’t all dark...

                                    He could have been a secret disciple like Joseph...

                                    He could have later joined the Jerusalem church...

                                    He might have been

one of the very Jewish early Christians...

            Maybe one of those Judaizers

who drove Paul nuts…

                                    Or he may just have been a faithful Jewish person.

                        I don’t think he is pictured as a person totally in the dark...

                                    I don’t think he or Judaism should be pictured that way.

 

Here the story of his first meeting with Jesus.

 

John 3: 1 - 17

Now there was a Pharisee named Nicodemus,

a leader of the Jews.

He came to Jesus by night and said to him,

"Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher

who has come from God;

for no one can do these signs that you do

apart from the presence of God."

Jesus answered him, "Very truly, I tell you,

no one can see the kingdom of God

without being born from above."

Nicodemus said to him,

"How can anyone be born after having grown old?

Can one enter a second time into the mother's womb

and be born?"

Jesus answered,

"Very truly, I tell you,

no one can enter the kingdom of God

without being born of water and Spirit.

What is born of the flesh is flesh,

and what is born of the Spirit is spirit.

Do not be astonished that I said to you,

'You must be born from above.'

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."

Nicodemus said to him,

"How can these things be?"

Jesus answered him,

"Are you a teacher of Israel,

and yet you do not understand these things?

"Very truly, I tell you,

we speak of what we know

and testify to what we have seen;

yet you do not receive our testimony.

If I have told you about earthly things

and you do not believe,

how can you believe

if I tell you about heavenly things?

No one has ascended into heaven

except the one who descended from heaven,

the Son of Man.

And just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness,

so must the Son of Man be lifted up,

that whoever believes in him may have eternal life.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son,

so that everyone who believes in him

may not perish

but may have eternal life.

"Indeed, God did not send the Son into the world

to condemn the world,

but in order that the world might be saved through him.

                                        Here ends the reading.

 

This text, in the New Revised Standard Version,

uses the words “born from above”

                        to translate the Greek words...genathanai anothen

                                    instead of the more traditional “born again”

                                                either would be ok

                                                            the adverb anothen

                                                                        can mean either above

or again...

or even from the beginning.

            And as Dr. McDaniel will I am certain

inform us this afternoon...

            “Jesus did not speak in Greek, but Aramaic… or Hebrew”

                        So arguing about such things is of little consequences.

 

So what is the text trying to say?

Or more importantly what is Jesus trying to say...

to us?

A friend introduced me a new age spirituality  book...

            which stated as its purpose:

This book’s main purpose is not to add new information or beliefs to your mind or to try to convince you of anything, but to bring about a shift in consciousness, that is to say, to awaken.     Echhart Tolle, A New Earth, pg. 6

 

And I like that idea...

            Jesus may well have been talking to Nicodemus about awakening...

                        as much as rebirth...

But I struggle with the this new age spirituality...

            when the author speaks about

“...spirituality outside of religious structures...” pg. 18, E. Tolle

I don’t know that we need to

            be born again

            or awakened

                        outside of religious structures...

                                    Sometimes I think that you awaken

                                                within them,

                                                            and that’s what Nicodemus may have needed to do.

 

Since the text speaks of the spirit

and this being reborn

and couches it in the image of the wind blowing...

 

            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."

 

I would like to press that image a little further

            and say something about religion as kite a flying...

                        Tom Troeger and Carol Doran use the same image

                                    in their book Open o Glory.  (pg. 77)

                        I think when it comes to kite flying

                                    Charlie Brown’s experiences

are pretty much every bodies...

                        the whirling out of control kite

                        The kite in shreds...

                        the kite eating tree…

or telephone pole...

                        the broken string

                                    if you have tried to fly a kite you know

those frustrations and more

are the realities of kite flying.

            and I would say, also of religion.

                        I have experienced all of them as a kid...

                                    Ben Franklin was my hope

                                                Charlie Brown was my reality.

                                    I can remember the hope I would begin with

                                                as I unrolled a new kite and assembled it...

                                                as I devised a string holder

                                                            which would prevent tangles...

                                                as I would set off for the field

                                                            kite held in hand

                                                                        like a shield...

                                                and then the running

                                                            the hours of running

                                                                        up and down the athletic field…

                                                                                    sometimes even riding my bike

                                                                                                towing my kite.

                                                                                    the defiant kite spinning behind me...

                                                                                    or rising a few feet over my head

                                                                                                only to come crashing down

                                                                                                            when I ran out of breath.

                                    My problem frequently was

                                                when I had a kite made

                                                or the time to fly one...

                                                            the wind wasn’t blowing any more,

                                    but even though my failures

                                                crushed my male ego...

                                                and made me feel like Charlie Brown.

                                                            I would still go and do it

                                                                        every spring...

                                                                        or whenever I felt a puff of wind…

                                                                        or had $.50 for a kite.

                                                            I would go because I could remember

                                                                        those absolutely transforming moments...

                                                                                    when a kite would be

caught by the wind

            and lifted into the sky,

                                                                        and earth bound me

would be attached to something

            in the heavens.

 

            Which brings me back to religion

                        and awakening... or rebirthing...

                                    In a way

                                                religion—is the running...

                                    It is my breathless attempt

                                                to get God to breath on me...

                                    It can be absolutely exhausting

                                                and boring…

                                                            as I am told.

                                    At times you come home with your kite in tatters

                                                while the world laughs at you.

                        but then there are those transforming moments...

                                    of awakening and rebirth...

                                                that you really can’t adequately convey to others.

            I struggle with sacramentalism

                        which would lead you to believe that the priest

                                    can work the magic...

                                                Make the wind blow.

            I struggle with exuberant enthusiasts 

                        who tell you the spirit moves here

every Sunday morning...!

            between ll:00 and 1:30…!

                        Come Feel It!

            It just isn’t that easy...

                        Remember Mother Theresa?

                                    She spoke of that transforming moment

                                                when God called her

                                                            to her work in India,

                                                                        and then God fell silent for 50 years...

                                                                                    the dark night of her soul.

                        and during that night she followed the Cistercian’s rule

                                    praying five Psalms every morning

                                                all 150 Psalms each month...

                                                            a religious ritual

                                                                        which kept her going...

                                                and the world recognized

God at work in her...

            even though, for her, God was silent.

 

Nicodemus, like Abram,...

            was on a journey...

                        Abram left a familiar physical place

                        Nicodemus was called from a familiar religious place.

                                    Both were setting out from a place which was known well

                                                to a destination

                                                            they weren’t sure of at all...

                                                                        but certainly it would be a place

                                                                                    where the wind blew constantly…

                                                                                                but there is no such place…

                                                                                                            ”the wind blows where it wills.”

                        So the only thing that kept them going

                                    was the memory of how that wind felt

                                                in that moment when it blew on their faces...

                                                            in their hearts

                                                                        making their hearts burn within them.

 

We are on a journey just like theirs

            We lift our eyes to the hills as the Psalmist wrote

                        as the pilgrims sang on each sacred journey…

                        as Theresa prayed every month.

                                    We know that “our help comes from the Lord…”

                                                “Who neither slumbers or sleeps.”

                                    And as Christians we don’t just have a temple

made with hands

We have Jesus who lived as we do…

                                                He seemed to have a knack for finding the wind

                                                            as that stain glass window depicts

he even had the power to still it…

                                                But even he couldn’t make it blow all the time

and when the wind wasn’t blowing

                                                                        he continued to have faith in God.

                                    May we take hart in this example…

                                                May we not lose heart on our journey.

                                    Most of all

                                                may we be awake

                                                            to serve God no matter what.

                                                                        Amen.