There are people who give you life…and then there are people who save it. Pastor James and Mearlene Jackson,you were my shield before I knew what warfare was.My parents before

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways. Then will I hear from heaven,

They told you the church was your safe haven—your refuge, your family, your place of rest. You showed up in your Sunday best, stiletto heels clicking down the aisle, heart

For years, I was told that being a “good girl” would save me. That if I went to church every Sunday, smiled through the hardships, and kept my life “clean”

Growing up, my life wasn’t what many would call “normal.” I wasn’t raised by my mother or surrounded by my siblings. Instead, I was raised by my father’s parents —

Being a Black Christian woman in today’s world often feels like walking a tightrope. On one side, there’s the weight of tradition — the Church mothers who love the idea