The Wind Found His Name
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Sunday we met the man who locked the door from the inside. Today, the man the wind found.
Nicodemus came at night, carrying everything a man could achieve and still not enough to sleep.
He had Scripture, status, certainty, and a seat among the seventy-one.
Jesus did not ask him to become better.
He told him he must be born from above.
Not improved flesh, but new life.
Not religion, but breath.
Not something earned, but something received.
Like Israel in the wilderness, the venom already in them, all they could do was look up and live.
So the Son of Man would be lifted up.
Not to make bad people good, but dead people alive.
Years later, Nicodemus stepped into the light carrying seventy-five pounds of myrrh for a crucified King.
The man who came with answers left with wonder.
And somewhere between the darkness and the cross, the wind of God found his name.
Boutwell Jones
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