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“Jamie! Wake up,” she whispered urgently, shaking my shoulder. “Do you hear them?” Half asleep, I groaned. “Hear what?” “The three ladies. They’re preaching the message of repent again.” She pulled back the curtains and peered out into the soft dawn light, her eyes searching the street with the intensity of someone expecting revelation. I…

Christianity depends on women’s bodies while disciplining them. From Eve to Mary, blood, birth, and blame shape the faith’s imagination. This essay traces how patriarchy became theology, and why any honest deconstruction must reckon with the women who carry the cost.