Nicodemus does not understand, at least not on that night. He leaves his conversation with Jesus like a city dweller who, having glimpsed an infinite night sky, still sees only a few hundred stars.

I’m in dire need of some prayer and faithful reflection about the nature of sin as I enter into Lent this year. suppose that’s the point. But I was surprised this week when my doom scrolling was interrupted by an old friend. Eve and her forbidden fruit entered the chat, as the kids say, at the precise moment I needed her, and rarely have I felt more seen.