By Minister Dearest Price Christmas didn’t begin with sparkle. It began with skin warmed by sun, history in the bones, and survival in the breath. A young girl carried a promise in her body before the world was ready to honor her. She knew how it felt to be watched, questioned, and misunderstood, to carry purpose quietly while mouths kept moving. This serves as an example of every load we carry will not be understood. “And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unt

By Minister Dearest Price, M.Ed Tonight, as the temperature drops, the wind cuts sharper than knives. People hurry from car to doorway, doorway to home, tucking their bodies deeper into coats and hoods to escape the bite of winter. But for thousands of our brothers and sisters right here in Charlotte and millions across this nation, there is no doorway. No heat. No shelter. No escape. Every corner in this city holds a story. A tent. A blanket. A body huddled under a bridge. A

Worship is more than just songs, sermons, or Sunday routines, it’s the heartbeat of our relationship with God. And at the center of...