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When I was a little girl, my most prized possession was a porcelain doll. She was beautiful, with hand-painted features and a stiff, lace-trimmed blue dress that felt like royalty. I named her Mary. But even as a child, I didn't stop there. I called her Mary Magdalene. I knew the Sunday School version of her story: the woman who followed Jesus, the one who was there at the tomb. I knew, in a vague childhood way, that Jesus had cast "demons" out of her. I loved that she was lo

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It seems like everywhere you look, there's a new "thing" to obsess over. A few months ago, it was the "Labubu phenomenon"—a craze for a...

Fighting for Your Marriage: Navigating Spiritual Warfare and Conflict with God's Wisdom

The familiar signs of a new school year are everywhere: store aisles filled with shiny new school supplies, "back-to-school" sales on...

Recently, when I was in a group, someone shared with us a short story about a woman who dressed inappropriately for church but attended anyway. She had been a prostitute and wanted to change her life. The people in the church felt uncomfortable and stared at the woman because she was dressed like a prostitute (it was all she had), and the pastor had a brief conversation with her about her outfit following the service. Next Sunday, she went back and was dressed the same. The s