One Sunday morning, I arrived at church the way I always did—ten minutes early, Bible tucked neatly under my arm, purse resting on my shoulder, mind already settling into the familiar rhythm of hymns and prayer. The sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting soft colors across the wooden pews. Everything felt the same as it had for years. Predictable. …
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