WOOOO. WOO. wooo. WOOOO. The wind howls and WEEE. WEE. whines around the eaves and gutters. It slaps my window and howls some more; I pound my pillow with my fist. I flop. I put the pillow over my head. The wind yet howls and whines.
Wide awake, body desperate for sleep. The mind kicks into gear. These words of Jesus impinge themselves upon my consciousness:
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: John 3:8a (KJV)
And finally sometime before dawn I slept a bit. Yet I will have a long morning, nodding and groggy, for I was short-changed of sleep.
The scripture quoted here is wrested and wrenched from context, such doings being the sport of many Christians who are too concerned with finding a tidbit in the Bible that seems to support what they want to believe. But that is another chipmunk running across the trail. The big game to be pursued here is this. The third chapter of John recounts the incident in which Nicodemus sought Jesus out by night and asserted that he knew that Jesus was from God.
Jesus outlines precisely what one must do to enter the Kingdom, stating that one must be born not only of flesh, but he must be born again, in the Spirit.
The entire message of salvation is delineated in this chapter.
WOOO. WOO. Weee. The wind still blows. And the truth of Christ's teaching still endures, and shall endure aeons after this wind ceases.