Why would the Son of God leave heaven, become human, and willingly die on a cross? Evening settled. Two figures stood among trees heavy with fruit, the air cool and the earth damp beneath bare feet. A whisper coiled, promising wisdom. Teeth flashed, juice dripped, and the garden fell into a devastating silence. We were made for communion with God, designed to live without hiding or shame. But ...
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