You hear its sound.
John 3:8
I heard it in the distance. The sound of rain’s arrival. A gentle rumble. I imagined green lawn and soft leaves gulping up blessing from heaven. Below the surface, growth moving. Those daisies are on their way. They usually sprout up on the berm near the walking path in May. White petals with round, yellow buttons. And those black-eyed Susan seeds he buried must be starting to split wide open.
The Savior uses nature to explain . . . just about everything. The sound of His voice . . . like the wind. The ones born in spirit, hear it. “The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.” Human beings cannot “call up” the voice of God. Nobody tells God when to talk. Clay cannot make the Potter speak. God speaks for Himself. And aren’t we blessed beyond measure for it.
We must be born again, Jesus says, in order to hear the Spirit of God. We must believe Christ died for our unbelieving heart, and overcame that shame by rising from the dead. Sin and death have no power over the Spirit of God. God does what He wishes—and the born again love hearing Him, love following, love trusting, love obeying, love loving Him. Not because we can add up every last petal of what He does—but because God first loved us. You hear Love’s sound: “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16) The mouth of God speaks, and our hard heart is moved. The gentle rumble of Love’s voice splits the seed of our lifeless spirit wide open—and you can’t stop life from rising.
“Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your heart.” (Hebrews 4:7)
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