White Devil

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I don’t remember the first time I learned about Hell.

Maybe it was at Sunday school. Maybe it was at home, when my parents read out loud from the book of Bible stories for children, with illustrations by children (“just like you!” the cover promised). The Devil, red and angular, drawn in crayon by a six-year-old just like me, was a living presence in my world. He lived in Hell — a physical place, a region of the universe just like the…