Harriet Houston

The tea had been served, and the typical conversational exchanges had taken place. With her head beautifully covered by bright colors, my dear friend sat across from me, her dark almond-shaped eyes suspiciously curious.  I looked up from behind my tea cup, my blatant brunette hair hanging out, and attempted to convey why the resurrection is everything to Christians. And, did I explain …

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A little over a year ago, I began trying to do a very particular “Christian thing,” excited that this venture would finally begin a chapter of redeeming qualities blossoming in my life after what felt like continual seasons of failure.  I started my venture as I always do:  excited, eager to read the Bible so …

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