Sermon: The Holy Trinity
Pastor Sean Willman
Good Shepherd Pleasant Prairie
The Holy Trinity
27 May 2018
The Spirit blows where He wills. Is that Law or Gospel?
We can’t control the Spirit. That is Law. It is what we can’t and shouldn’t do. The Spirit converts whom He wants. There are no guarantees.1 God our Father does not love your loved ones just because you love them. You are not the standard or the judge. You are a beggar. You cannot save yourself and you cannot save others. The Spirit blows where He wills.
When we hear the Word of God in preaching, proclaiming Jesus Christ, we hear the Spirit. The Spirit always accompanies the Gospel. But the Spirit works on His own schedule. He determines when and if to bring people to faith. We have no control or say over this. God makes a promise, not a guarantee. Some of the baptized fall away. Some who hear the Word of God reject it. Nicodemus looks the Kingdom of God in the eye, but cannot see Him. Without the Spirit there is no faith and the Spirit blows where He wills.
So as much as we would like to be in control and expand the Kingdom of God by the power of our money or will or clever strategies, we cannot. We can create industries of consultants and bureaucrats and motivational speakers. We can cover our efforts with gimmicks, slogans, and good intentions. But we cannot control, we can neither help nor stop, the Holy Spirit.
When we try to do God’s work for Him, or tell Him what to do, we become idolaters. That is Law. It is an accusation. Who has not done this? Who has not railed against God for His mercy? Whose eye has not been evil because He is good? Who has not sought a strategy to reach the lost and carry the Spirit where we think He needs to be? Repent.
Nicodemus did not know how a man could be born again. He did not know what the Kingdom of God was or is. He had no idea how the Spirit works. But worst of all he did not know that if Jesus performs miracles and God is with Him, and He is the Teacher sent from God, that His Words are true and not open to debate.
Nicodemus came by night. He was curious but afraid. He was interested but distant. He did not come as a believer to his Savior, as one who had submitted to Baptism by John, but as an equal. He came to play a bit of Socrates and do some mental sparring.
But that is not the way Our Lord plays. He is not interested in intellectual games. Nicodemus’ own soul is on the line. He has failed in his office of teacher. He has failed as an Israelite. And he seeks the Word of God for his own amusement. He thinks he can judge God, that he can question and suggest and react and take what is good and leave the rest. That is the way of the death. For the Spirit blows where He wills and He is not ours to critique or choose or from which we might take only part.
But who here will cast the first stone at Nicodemus? We are experts at sticking off the inconvenient bits of our confession in mental compartments far away from real life. We can love the truth for its beauty, its own balance and glory, but not let it change our hearts. Or maybe we go to work and keep our mouths shut while our cubicle mates casually tell us of their weekend debaucheries. We leave our religion for Sunday mornings. Maybe we’ll go looking for Jesus at night, in secret, when He is less likely to embarrass us, when our friends aren’t around. We don’t want to be perceived as zealots or fundamentalists. We want people to like us. Or maybe we soothe our consciences by saying that we’re being “practical.” That is a great American excuse. We know better than God what men are capable of. His standards simply aren’t reasonable. They have to be adjusted to the modern world. We set ourselves up as the great mediators between God and men. We love to pick which rules others ought to follow and how to apply them. Is fornication really so wrong? Isn’t it natural? What about speeding? Everyone does it. And on and on we go, not wanting people to dislike us for the sake of Jesus or thinking that Jesus Himself is some sort of Law-giver or Judge. We want people to know how nice He is.