The Bible says that Nicodemus came to Jesus by night.

That's when I usually do it, as well.

In the dark, lying there wondering about life, about my purpose, the meaning of it all. It's then that I often go to Jesus and ask the same question Nicodemus asked, although sometimes I ask it in different ways...

"How can I be born again after growing old...growing complacent...growing cynical...growing grouchy and gruff?"

As I toss and turn the dark night away, I am reminded as certainly as the coming of the dawn of what really matters..."For God so loved the world..."

All of it...even me with all my doubts and failings, all my fears and faults...even me.

Even you.

Someone once said, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life."

Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to you. Happy re-birthday to all those willing to venture out on a wondrous and wild spiritual adventure that has us being born again and again and again and again.