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Sunday, March 1 – Second Sunday in Lent
Readings
Genesis 12:1-4a
Psalm 121 (1, 2)
Romans 4:1-5, 13-17
John 3:1-17
Radical Grace
Grace and peace to you in the name of the One whose life gives us eternal life—Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen.
A while back, a pastor posted a question online:
“What are some places or moments that feel special—maybe even sacred—and make you think, ‘It’s good to be here’?”
My first thought was simple: being with my daughter and her family. Sitting around the table. Playing with the grandkids. No big agenda. No production. Just being present. Those moments feel sacred to me.
But then I asked myself—where else do I feel that?
And I thought of something I haven’t done in a long time: sailing.
There’s something about being in a sailboat on a lake—the sun warm on your face, the quiet splash of water against the hull. And here’s the thing about sailing: you are not in control. The wind is. If you fight the wind, you go nowhere. If you learn to work with it, you move—sometimes in ways you didn’t expect.
The wind blows where it will.
And that’s exactly the image Jesus uses in our Gospel today.
Nicodemus comes to Jesus at night. He’s a religious leader. Educated. Devout. Careful. He knows the rules. He’s built his life on understanding and following the law faithfully. And yet, something in him is unsettled enough that he seeks Jesus out—in the dark.
I’ve always appreciated Nicodemus. He’s not hostile. He’s curious. He says, “Rabbi, we know you’re from God.” But he’s cautious. He doesn’t want to risk too much.
And Jesus tells him something that shakes his whole framework:
“You must be born from above.”
Nicodemus hears that literally. Jesus means it spiritually.
Being right with God, Jesus says, is not about mastering religious rules. It’s not about controlling outcomes. It’s not about checking every doctrinal box. It’s about being born of water and Spirit.
And then Jesus says this:
“The wind blows where it chooses. You hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”
In other words: God is not something you manage.
That might be one of the hardest truths for us—especially in a culture that prizes control. We plan our futures. We track our steps. We manage our investments. We monitor our news feeds. We try to anticipate what’s coming next in our nation, our communities, our families.
We want certainty.
Nicodemus wanted certainty too.
But Jesus offers something different: trust.
Trust that God’s Spirit is already at work.
Trust that faith is not about securing God’s approval but receiving God’s love.
Trust that new life doesn’t come from clinging tighter—but from opening ourselves to something bigger.
Paul echoes this in Romans when he talks about Abraham. Abraham didn’t earn God’s promise by perfect performance. He trusted. And that trust was counted as righteousness.
That matters, especially in a time when so many voices—religious and political alike—try to define faith by who’s in and who’s out, who’s right and who’s wrong.
Jesus says something far more expansive:
“For God so loved the world…”
Not a political party.
Not a nation alone.
Not a select few.
The world.
And not to condemn it—but to save it.
That’s radical grace.
And maybe that’s where sailing comes back in.
When you sail, you raise the sails and adjust them to catch the wind. You don’t create the wind. You don’t control it. You respond to it.
Being born of the Spirit is something like that.
We lift the sails of our lives—through prayer, through worship, through acts of justice and mercy, through simple presence with one another—and we trust that God’s Spirit will move us. Sometimes into conversations we didn’t expect. Sometimes into compassion we didn’t know we had. Sometimes, into courage we didn’t think was possible.
The Spirit may blow us toward deeper love of neighbor.
Toward standing with those on the margins.
Toward repairing what is broken.
Toward reconciling relationships.
Toward hope when cynicism feels easier.
Psalm 121 says, “I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord.”
Not from perfect systems.
Not from flawless leaders.
Not from our own strength alone.
But from the One who made heaven and earth.
And here’s the good news: eternal life isn’t just something that begins after we die. In John’s Gospel, eternal life begins now—when we trust that we are already loved by God.
When we stop striving to earn what has already been given.
When we let the Spirit breathe life into weary places.
When we realize that even in uncertain times, God’s love is not uncertain.
So let me ask you:
Where are the moments in your life when you sense, “It’s good to be here”?
What if those moments are small hints of being born from above?
What if the Spirit is already moving there—quietly, gently, faithfully?
This Lent, maybe the invitation is simply this:
Lift your sails.
Be open.
Be curious like Nicodemus.
Be willing to let the wind of God move you—not into fear, but into love.
Receive God’s breath.
Receive God’s grace.
And trust that the Spirit is still blowing—still creating new life—even now.
Amen.
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