Among the Pharisees there was a man named Nicodemus, who was a leader among the Jews. 2 He came to Jesus by night and said to Him, “Master, we know that You are a Teacher come from God, for no one could do the miracles You do unless God were with him.”
Jesus answered him, “I tell you, truly, unless one is born from above, he cannot see the kingdom of God.” Nicodemus said to Him, “How can a man be born when He is old? He cannot enter his mother’s womb and be born a second time, can he?” Jesus said to him, “I assure you, this is true: Unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot come into the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not wonder that I said to you,’You must be born from above.’ The wind blows wherever it wills and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”
I know that I can be born again because God has granted me, like He does all His children, being renewed by His grace. This is the beauty of it: we can always choose to be born again, and we can choose that right now. We don’t need to wait until the Great Day. Every day can be a Great Day. Right now.
We are taught that we do not need intercession of any higher guides or spirits in order to be saved. We can be saved right this very moment, only by wishing to. We only need to repent and to employ all the might of our heart, and the sincerity of our will, to be born again from the worn-out shell of our old self. That shell is cracked open and abandoned as we move out, like a child again. We are aware of our past, but it no longer casts any shadow on us. All our past mistakes have been forgiven. We are eternally loved, we are immensely loved, we are unconditionally loved. All that matters is now, who we are now. Like angels, like babies, like eternally joyful spirits.
I suppose that although the Gospel probably sounds very grave and solemn to us, Jesus was in fact a prophet and leader of the people, many of them were just laymen, if not manual workers, fishermen, simple people who tried to live and work and survive the best they could. Now, imagine Jesus, looking at each of these men, or looking at each of us. The truth would not be revealed in pompous speech, and He would not need any solemnity or an elevated selection of words to transmit this truth in such a way that any of us would understand and want to become one with it. I think that if the Gospel is to be true, then it has to be able to sound true to any person. Truth is always simple, we make it complicated. Life is always simple, we are complicated.
Of all creatures, we are complicated.
And so, this truth about renewal has to be as simple as just forgiving ourselves, uncovering ourselves to our own eyes as the ones we really are, the ones we have always been.
Nobody needs to believe in any particular God in order to be saved. Everyone can be saved, by just a simple embrace.
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God.