My name is Nicodemus, and I used to have everything in life. I had money, prestige, comfort, honor and respect of the people. I was able to wear the clothing of the Pharisee that set me apart from the common sinner, and elevated me in their eyes. They would be condemned by my apparent righteousness in comparison to their own paltry attempts. How many times would I stand among the people in the temple with my nose in the air and my hands raised while a poor, lowly sinner appeared crumpled in anguish nearby; both of us prayed, but I declared to God: I thank you that I AM NOT LIKE THIS SINNER!
You see, I was a prominent religious leader and teacher in Jerusalem. In fact, I was known as
the teacher of Israel because I had mastered my studies of the Talmud and all the laws. I had them all down pat. I gave my tithe of everything that came into my possession, even if it were as insignificant as the slightest mints and herbs. I tithed it all!
I was at the pinnacle of success in my life. I worked hard, and earned my way to the top of the heap. I was in good with the Roman authorities, I was honored by Sadducees and Pharisees alike. I had dreamed of being a good Jew, and even more, a
great Jew! The best of the best. And I was.
But I had a problem that I was unable to share with anyone. I was so revered by my colleagues and constituents that it was impossible to express anything that looked like doubt. Oh! Believe me, I believed every single word and promise of the law, the prophets and the writings. I had memorized long passages of the these words. But what I doubted, under my veneer of pride, was myself. I knew the Word, but I also knew myself. More and more, the Scriptures themselves would condemn me. I often thought sinful thoughts, and sometimes even after confessing them, I desired to do them still! I was trapped in my pride-filled shell; if I became authentic with anyone, then my house of cards would fall.
So on this one evening I went to meet this most extraordinary rabbi. He did not rise under the authority of another rabbi, or in the revered schooling we offered. No, he came, as it seemed, out of nowhere, with his own authority. And though we haven't seem any miracles among our people for close to 1000 years, he came healing the sick, casting out demons and even raising the dead! Many of these acts were done widely in the public eye and people--friends and foes, even demonic alike--testified boldly to his power. And his teaching was not masterful manipulation of the pliable masses, nor was self grandisement to line his own pouch with wealth and notoriety. In fact, he had none of these. Wherever he traveled he borrowed his place of rest and food. He accumulated nothing of his own, and he was even fond of saying, "My food is to do the will of Him who sent me." I could go on and on about this man who was creating an ever growing stir among me and my colleagues. Everyone basically esteemed him as a madman. And we purposed to drive him to a madman's end: Death.
But, for me, there was that doubt I had, and here was one man who by his actions and words appeared to have the authority and purposes of God as his mission. He was unmovable in his conviction of the truth of the Word, and of his adherence. We would often accuse him of breaking laws--like the laws of the Sabbath. But we knew, or at least I knew, that really there is no one among us that is truly righteous, regrettably, not even one.
So I came to him that night. I had a busy day, with work in the Temple, with teaching the students, with making judgements with the law, with this and that. I had determined to see Him, and whether it be by day or night, I would see him. Night, of course, was even more convenient since I was a little self conscious of "the teacher in Israel" going to the man we were accusing of doing the works of the devil himself. But I told you I had
determined to see Him. So I came. And it was night.
I also determined to begin with him on good terms. So I addressed him properly, "“Rabbi,
we know that you are a teacher come from God, for no one can do these signs that you do
unless God is with him.” I truly believed that whoever he was, he was not a lunatic fool, nor was a religious conman, but who he claimed to be was too much for me to swallow. There was too much in the traditions of the elders that this man paid little or no attention to at all. Perhaps we could speak face to face and come to terms with who he was. His response to me was, not what I expected to move forward in our cordial greeting, but instead he spoke to what I really thought, intended and believed. And so he spoke words that I have never forgotten because they became the beginning of the unraveling of my shell, my security and my soul.
“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.” His words lay in the air between us for what seemed an eternity. He knew. He knew! He knew that what was truly on my heart was whether I had done enough to be accepted by God, and of course by extension, into the kingdom of God. His words pierced deep into my soul. He knew that from my earliest youth, I strove with every effort I could muster to be good; to memorize every lesson, every scripture, to obey every command, and even every nuance of every perceived command. And in the yes of all my peers, and all my masters, through all these years, I have done it. I knew I could boast because I have worked exceeding hard to separate myself for God. No charge of laziness could even stand against me. He knew that, and he knew that what I feared the most of all was that with doing all this, IT WAS NOT ENOUGH! If this man were a master arrow marksman, he would have just hit the dead center of my heart.
But he hit it in more ways than one. As I said, I feared greatly if I had done enough to earn my way to be accepted before the Father into His kingdom. I was already old, and I know very well the ways of man. I have buried many of those I have called my friends and countless others who I do not know well. Death is imminent, whether by the natural means of the end of mt days, or else by a chance fatal encounter with a wild beast or an unseen pit. When? I do not know or care. Only that I know its coming ever closer. Jesus knows I desire to be in God's kingdom when I pass from this life.
He hit me with his words as well, with his analogy. Unmistakable implications! "Unless one is
born
again". What have I to do with my first birth? Nothing at all. So, then, what have I to do with this second birth to which he refers? Well, by way of analogy, nothing. And here, I find the thinking unacceptable and intolerable and against all I have ever known, and yet, also in that place of doubt that I have been wrestling with. My question simply restates the problem with the implications:
“How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother's womb and be born?” No! No! A thousand times no! Of course a man cannot
do anything in this matter; no more than I did anything in the days leading to and including my birth!
Certainly all the I have done in life hasn't sealed in my mind and heart that I am acceptable to God. And now, in the face of God--so it seems--Jesus affirms my worst possible nightmare, and my only hope at the same time. Now my rhetorical question hangs in the air. Not confounding him, though, but rather condemning me! His response drives the same reality: "Unless one is born
of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God.
That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not marvel that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.’ The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.”
Now what I thought was unmistakably clear has made me feel completely undone: I can not contribute to this second birth at all. And to be in the Kingdom of God--which is my passion--I must have had the first, fleshly birth done to me as all men have had, but also this Spiritual birth done to me. And the imperative of this matter cannot be understated. What hangs in the balance here is the prize which I seek: eternal life. There is no entering this, not now,. not ever, without this new birth. What of the wind? Again, the wind does its work over people made submissive by the wind's interruption in our lives. No one commands the wind! No one sees the wind! No one really understands the wind! But its effects are clearly seen in a myriad of ways. Can anyone find and bind the source of the wind? Not even a philosophical possibility, And he is saying, therefore, SO IT IS WITH THIS SPIRITUAL LIFE. I understand what he is saying, but I am stunned by what this means.
I'm stunned too that the message from my youth is DO THIS and DO NOT DO THIS and in these is eternal life. "Jesus, How can these things be?”
Again, he stings me with his response. But less so with these words: “Are you the teacher of Israel and yet you do not understand these things?" Already my pride is crushed. I feel more like the little boy in the first days of religious instruction, than the "Great Nicodemus, teacher of Israel!" In my heart I feel numb to the loss of authority and position, and a stirring of passion for truth, And what Jesus says resonates with all I have read and seen in the Scriptures. It only dismantles the lies of my fellow brothers and myself that we have constructed to justify our own wickedness. Am I willing to pursue truth and to reject lies, even if they constitute all my life framework? Truth is that great pearl of immeasurable price.
"Truly, truly, I say to you, we speak of what we know, and bear witness to what we have seen, but you do not receive our testimony. If I have told you earthly things and you do not believe, how can you believe if I tell you heavenly things? No one has ascended into heaven except he who descended from heaven, the Son of Man. And 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."
Again, as I have known from childhood that story of Moses and the people of Israel. When afflicted by the deadly serpents, those who believed only had to exercise that belief and look at the bronze serpent Moses had placed on the pole. They did not have to do anything, but turn their eyes from their sin and look at the bronze serpent. Could all this life pursuit turn out to be this simple? A transaction of simple belief? An expression of trust alone? No action to be taken, no list of things to check off my list--how I have loved AND hated those lists over my lifetime! Now Jesus makes it clear that there are no lists. No opportunities to boast for the one who orders his life well over the one one who simply, humbly believes.
Yet who does Jesus say is this object of belief? For Moses, the bronze serpent on the pole could save no one from the deadly disease. It was powerless in every way. Then, it was a turning of the eyes toward the serpent because God had commanded it. This is all. And as i review the great Scriptures throughout I see that Abraham too believed God and that belief--not his faltering on again, off again actions--was counted to him as righteousness. God gave this to him as a gift. So with Isaac. So with Jacob. So with David. By adherence to the Law, not one soul has been declared righteous! The Law has served as a schoolmaster as it were to teach us of God, and to lead us to believing in Him! Yet without that simple belief, the same law, like a witness in a court testifies against us and condemns us.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God.
And this is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil. For everyone who does wicked things hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his works should be exposed. But whoever does what is true comes to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that his works have been carried out in God.”
My name is Nicodemus, and I used to have everything in life. Now, I have LIFE. And this life is in Jesus, the Son Of God!
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John 3:1-21
3 Now there was a man of the Pharisees named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews. 2 This man came to Jesus by night and said to him, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher come from God, for no one can do these signs that you do unless God is with him.” 3 Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.” 4 Nicodemus said to him, “How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother's womb and be born?” 5 Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God. 6 That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. 7 Do not marvel that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.’ 8 The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.”
9 Nicodemus said to him, “How can these things be?” 10 Jesus answered him, “Are you the teacher of Israel and yet you do not understand these things? 11 Truly, truly, I say to you, we speak of what we know, and bear witness to what we have seen, but you do not receive our testimony. 12 If I have told you earthly things and you do not believe, how can you believe if I tell you heavenly things? 13 No one has ascended into heaven except he who descended from heaven, the Son of Man.14 And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, 15 that whoever believes in him may have eternal life.
16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. 17 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. 18 Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God. 19 And this is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil. 20 For everyone who does wicked things hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his works should be exposed. 21 But whoever does what is true comes to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that his works have been carried out in God.”