The first time I truly encountered Jesus, it was through a story. Maybe you’re thinking I was sitting cross legged on a colorful carpet hearing about Jesus through a story told by a vacation Bible school teacher with a children’s Bible in her hands. Or maybe you think I was quietly reading the Bible for the first time, asking someone why certain words were in red. Actually, it was at a friend’s youth group I had been invited to where I watched a black and white movie in another language with sub…