I can recall one morning, security for a bank, standing outside in the parking lot. I turned south to face an entourage of men in black suits, behind a limo, surrounding a few men and young lady in gym suits. "Heading to McDonald's again," came through my head. I know that to see this man in that group was difficult, to simple speak to him was through great hurdles, and to shake his hand was much beyond reach.
Nicodemus fell short naturally, because of his stature and meeting the glory of God (Rom 3.23), he hid in a tree, and raised himself up to see the Christ. Despite all this, he was able to approach Jesus because he was called upon. He climbed himself down from his own works, and answered the call. The Word of God in flesh called on him. Amen!