Born Again Through the Imperishable Word
1 Peter 1:23-25
"for you have been born again not of seed which is perishable, but imperishable, that is, through the living and enduring word of God.
For,
'All flesh is like grass, And all its glory is like the flower of grass. The grass withers, And the flower falls off,
But the word of the Lord endures forever.' (Peter is quoting Isaiah 40:6-8)
And this is the word which was preached as good news to you."
In the fields and roadsides of Virginia and in the beautiful foothills and Adirondack mountains of my homeland of central New York, or on the hillsides I design landscapes, we see this every season. Beautiful for a moment, then gone with the heat, and the frost cuts them down, or the mower. Here today gone tomorrow. As the song goes, "all we are is dust in the wind." Everything natural withers.
All our natural achievements, strength, status, and even our flesh itself follow the same pattern. It withers. Everyday I find another body ache I didn't know I had. And no matter what I do about it, it's always there. At our age, the perishable nature of this flesh tent becomes harder to ignore. Yet right there, in the middle of those aches, the imperishable Seed is still at work. Still alive and growing.
The seed (The Scriptures) that produced our new birth is imperishable. This is the living and enduring word of God. The same God who spoke creation into existence has spoken the promise of new everlasting life into us through His Word. Not by self-generated effort, moral improvement, or religious ritual. But by the sovereign will of our Father in heaven. It is a sovereign, supernatural work of God through the gospel.
Political systems rise and fall, even here in the “belly of the beast” tech corridors and data center states I drive through. Though they devise intelligence infrastructure to surveil our lives and control our thoughts. One thing, I have faith, will not fall under their command. All the tech in the world cannot overcome the supernatural word of God.
Like the boulders and native plants, trees and shrubs, perennials and grasses, rock walls and natural stone paths I use to design landscape features; that’s exactly how the living Word of God works. It meets us in the sweat, dirt and dust of real life to create beauty. It's supernatural creative power. It cannot be fabricated by high speed internet or Artificial Intelligence.
God's done all the real work. And all that's left for you and me to "do", is to believe and trust in that work of God. He didn't rely upon our feeble attempts. He kept faith with us in His Son, and the Son kept faith with us in sending His Spirit. He's done all the work. Finished His work. Now is the time for faith.
I don't fear AI, faith and the Word of God doesn’t float above real life in some sterile, digital realm. It enters the mess; the withering grass of our flesh, the new aches that appear daily, the political and technological pressures of this age, and it creates something imperishable there. Supernatural creative power. Not fabricated. Not replicable by high-speed internet or Artificial Intelligence, no matter how sophisticated the algorithms become.
When I design "enduring" landscape plantings I chose keystone species, tried and true plants that serve for generations. Chosen for good reasons. They support life around them. They are arranged in a manner that furthers congruency. I don't plan for destruction. My plans are effectively temporary because all things wither, but I don't plan for failure. In the same way, the Word of God is the ultimate keystone reality. It belongs in every human heart, and it endures every season of history, producing life and beauty that lasts.
The Seed is good, and the Eternal Gardener is faithful. He is the Architect of a regenerated life that will outlast every boulder I've ever placed. The Eternal Gardener doesn’t merely maintain what is perishable, He regenerates. Born again.
And, "Since you have purified your souls in obedience to the truth...fervently love one another from the heart"
The natural outflow of faith is fervent love for one another from the heart. Not polite, politically correct surface-level niceness, but deep, sincere, sacrificial love; the kind that covers a multitude of sins (1 Peter 4:8) and looks like Jesus. New birth produces new loves. We love because we have been loved with an enduring love (1 John 4). The same living Word that regenerated us is now reshaping our hearts to love the way the Father loves. Not pagan love or pagan traditions celebrating the perishable, but imperishable love that endures.
In family it means the daily choice to love your wife, children, and grandchildren with that stretched-out, and intense love, even as those relationships are worn thin and painful. The perishable flesh makes it harder, but the imperishable Word gives fresh grace and power to keep choosing obedience to the truth and love that reflects Christ, even as what the world defines as "family" is twisted into transactional power structures. The daily choice to love goes from transactional to transcending. Reflecting the covenant-keeping love of Christ for His church who have abandoned and hypocritically abused His word.
In daily work it shows up in honest, patient dealings with clients, crews, and colleagues; reflecting the congruency of the Keystone Seed planted in our own souls. It's about harmony in how we relate to others.
In ministry, this is the atmosphere the Lord wants to create. Men and women who have been born again, learning to love one another fervently from the heart, even in a prison environment where trust is hard and past wounds run deep. But this work isn't unique to a prison. In all honesty, every environment and encounter is its own kind of prison; relational, emotional, cultural, or spiritual. The gospel and this kind of love set captives free in all of them.
1st Peter doesn’t give us a sentimental ideal. He gives us a command rooted in reality; purify your souls in obedience, and fervently love the brethren. The power for both comes from the same Source.
Amen.
Extra Credit:
Batty Langley, in 1728 consulted George Washington in regard to landscape design for Mount Vernon. And this quote shown in the picture is a photo of a plague on the grounds there. And this is the exact kind of congruency with God’s creation I described; working with the land’s natural contours, soil, light, and keystone species rather than imposing rigid, artificial order. For me It mirrors how the Eternal Gardener plants His imperishable Seed. It's intentional for sure, literally predestined; not in sterile ritualistic rows, but deep into the real, messy dirt of our lives so that new life emerges organically, supporting everything around it and enduring through seasons. It's the "regular irregularity" that has always captured my interest, informed my mind, and blesses my heart.
The End.