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“This is a moment for believers to embody a gospel culture where both halves of the church are thriving because following Jesus produces a climate of honor, value, and love and we are serving God together as he intended from the beginning. This is a golden opportunity to restore to women the indestructible and elevated identity that they have inherited as God's daughters and that a fallen world has stolen from them.”

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Book:Half the Church: Recapturing God's Global Vision for Women
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Carolyn Custis James
Carolyn Custis James

Carolyn Custis James is a renowned author born in 1948. Her works primarily focus on women, family, and faith, and are highly praised for their profound insights and unique perspectives. more

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