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John 3:1-17
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."
So I have a new favorite TV show. As you will recall, for a while now it has
been Zak, Nick and Aaron on Ghost Adventures – and I still like that one – but
here recently I came across Duck Dynasty.
Have you seen this one? It takes
place in West Monroe which is about 50 miles from where I grew up in Louisiana.
I guess the Duck Dynasty began about twenty years ago when
the dad, Phil, started making duck calls.
Apparently he was so good at it that he started up a business making
duck calls and his two sons and brother got into it with him. Today, these folks are millionaires – and
they made it from duck calls of all things.
Now to look at these boys you would say that they related to the members
of ZZ Topp… beards down to here, always wearing camouflage, and most of the
time they have a shotgun in their hands trying to shoot something, whether it
be birds, the beast of all beasts the dreaded beaver, deer or something. I even watched as the two brothers, Willie
and Jace, were chipping up golf balls and Uncle Si and Phil were shooting them
out of the sky with a twelve gauge. And
if the shotguns don’t work they do occasionally bring out some of the homemade
explosives.
What got me hooked though was the episode when they went
squirrel hunting. Now it is my
understanding from my wife that no one in Montana would ever consider shooting,
much less eating a squirrel – nothing but a tree climbing rodent, but when I
was a kid in Louisiana I lived for fishing and squirrel hunting… and I did
enjoy eating them as well. My Granny
could stew up a mess of squirrels with gravy better than anyone I knew. Miss Kay, Phil’s wife likes to eat squirrel
brains, but we never went that far.
Anyhow.. I guess watching this show stirred up some fond
memories of going squirrel hunting with my granddaddy.. Squirrel season is
always in the fall and it overlaps into deer season, but he knew I liked
hunting squirrel so we did that as long as we could before switching over to
deer... When we would go out he would always point me in the direction I could
go, that way he would know about where I was… one day I recall being out when
it was the overlap of the squirrel and deer season and my granddaddy told me to
walk down a certain path, but to stay out of a particular area, because some
fellas were deer hunting down there.
Because it was deer season though, we had to wear the orange hunting
vests so as not to be mistaken for a deer and get shot by some trigger happy
redneck.
Did I mention that I have not always been the intellectual
giant that you now see standing before you.. its true.
I get about a mile or so up the path and haven’t seen
anything and decided in my mentally impaired state that it has got to be the
orange vest. I know that I should have
it close, but wearing it like that flashing all about has got to be scaring all
the squirrels away, so I take it off and put it in my back pocket and continue
down the path. Now.. trying to pick out
a grey squirrel in the woods is not as easy as you would think.. takes a bit of
concentration.. so needless to say I wasn’t paying too much attention to where
I was heading… oh.. and did I also mention that not only was I not wearing the
orange vest, but somewhere along the way it had fallen out of my back pocket…
did you also know that anything that moves in the woods during deer season that
is not wearing an orange vest resembles a deer to a bunch of trigger happy
rednecks?
So.. I was intently concentrating on finding one of my gray
furry friends… what snapped me out of it was a rifle shot… what got my
attention was a slug from a rifle burying itself in a tree about a foot away
from where I was standing… at which point, rednecks were hollering, screaming
and shooting all around me. It sounded
what I can only imagine a war zone would sound like. It’s a dang good thing them rednecks were not
as good a shot as Phil and Uncle Si from the Duck Dynasty, because those two
are crack shots, but these three or four rednecks couldn’t hit the broad side
of a barn if they were standing two feet in front of it…. And that’s an even
better thing, because all I could do was stand there and stare at that gunshot
hole in the tree while this went on.
A few minutes later I was still standing there.. the shooting
had stopped and my granddaddy showed up…
he arrives with my orange hunting vest in his hand, “I think you lost
something,” he said. That was all. “I think you lost something.” Never another word about it to me or anyone
else. He had seen the hole in the tree
and knew exactly what had happened and how stinking blessed I was to still be
standing on this earth. As I say, he
never said anything else about it to me or anyone else… truth be told.. he
didn’t have to.
Jesus said, "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."
You and I and the world around us have heard those verses so
many times by now that some would almost classify them as a cliché. The dictionary defines a cliché as an
“overused expression: a phrase or word that has lost its original effectiveness
or power from overuse.” … “Go 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.”… a
cliché. Speak those words in a crowded
room and most everyone will either frown at you for bringing up that Jesus
stuff, ignore you because they don’t believe it, or ask, “Where is God?”
because if they can’t see it, they don’t believe it.
When those words, “For God so loved the world…” become a
cliché to us.. then we can get to thinking that we’ve figured it out; we know
how things are going to work. We take
off Jesus and shove him in our back pockets and eventually.. well.. eventually
we lose him all together… and it’s when we do that that the devil will take a
shot at us… and the trouble is.. he very rarely misses………
Too much liquor and too many pills is a sure fire way of
inviting him to do just that.. and this past week I was a few minutes away from
either attending or officiating at a funeral for another teenager who took that
path.. who cast off Jesus and tried to walk this world by themselves. .. the
devil took a shot and hit them square, if it hadn’t been for someone finding
them when they did…….
"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." Don’t ever let that become a cliché for you
or the world around you. If they frown
at you – bless them; if they ignore – say it louder; If they ask, “Where is
God?” ….
.. well .. The adventures of Jace and Willie in Duck Dynasty
got me to thinking about squirrel hunting with my granddaddy… and it wasn’t
until years later, after he had died, that I realized that every time a shot
was fired anywhere around where I was supposed to be, my granddaddy would
always arrive just a few minutes later.
I think he let me believe that I was out in the wild on my own, but he
was never really far away… The day I got shot at.. he was right there holding
out to me what I had taken off and then lost… that which would keep me safe…
which would save my life.
When they ask, “Where is God?”… .. you tell them that it may
seem that they have wandered off into the world on their own, but that he is
not far, he’s been with them all along– not condemning them – but keeping a
close eye on them and loving them… He’s been praying that they might come to
their senses and put back on what they have cast off… but you also tell them,
that on the day they get shot at, he will be right there with them – still not
condemning, not saying, “I told you so!”.. but only loving them… and holding
out to them – which he never stops doing – holding out to them that which will
keep them safe.. that which will save… he is holding out to them his Son –
Jesus… That’s what you tell them.
Let us pray…
Glory be to the
Father, Who by His almighty
power and love created me, making me in the image
and likeness of God.
Glory be to the Son, Who by His Precious
Blood delivered me from hell, and opened for me
the gates of heaven.
Glory be to the Holy
Spirit, Who has sanctified
me in the sacrament of Baptism, and continues to
sanctify me by the graces I
receive daily from His bounty.
Glory be to the
Three adorable Persons of the Holy Trinity, now and forever.
Amen.

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