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  Most of us were handed a version of the cross that went something like this: you were bad, God was angry, Jesus took the punishment, now you're forgiven. Move on. And while there's truth in that, it's a little like describing the ocean as "wet." Technically...

It was about noon on a hot summer day in the Philippines. I was fourteen years old, sitting alone in a quiet place on my father's farm. And for reasons I still can't fully explain, I started to cry. Nothing bad had happened. I had friends at school whom I enjoyed...