I'd seen it my whole life. On signs at football games. Painted on someone's face in the stands. Written on tape across a player's wrist. John 3:16 was everywhere — and for most of my life, it meant nothing to me. It was background noise. Religious wallpaper. The kind of thing you see so many times it stops registering. Then about three years ago, something changed. I started actually digging into Scripture. Really reading the Word — not skimming it, not sitting in a pew half-