You are a day or two from graduation, and the registrar grabs you and tells you there is a math class you signed up for and forgot to attend, but you have to pass the class to graduate and you have to take the final to pass and you have not been to class all semester and you run to find your place in a chilly, hard seat in a room as cold as a morgue. The professor glides toward you like the grim reaper, the exam in his hand as good as a scythe, and you look at the exam and it could be hieroglyphics or the extra-credit question for Honors Chinese for all the sense you can make of it, and you look up to see all the other students staring at you, laughing at you. Your chest heaves, your heart all but stops, you feel incredibly vulnerable, exposed . . . and then you wake up. Night terrors, they are called, and all of us have them.
I do not know for sure, but I imagine that is something of what Nicodemus experienced that night he came to see Jesus.
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