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What did God do through eight ordinary women?What can He do through you?

Travel back in time to turn-of-the-century America. Skirts trailed the floor, hats were a must, and corsets became the newest fashion. People travelled by horse and carriage, locomotive, or ship. The first skyscrapers were built. The World’s Fair arrived in Chicago.

Life was swiftly changing in the United States, but for most, it was also difficult. Men and women flooded the cities in a desperate search for work. Former slaves fled north seeking freedom and education. Crime began to rise as brothels and saloons became commonplace in American cities.

It was in this world that Fanny Crosby, Mary McLeod Bethune, Nettie McCormick, Sarah Dunn Clarke, Emma Dryer, Virginia Asher, Evangeline Booth and Amanda Berry Smith lived, and worked, and served.


They were ordinary women called to serve God. They followed His leading, risking their own safety and reputation. In doing so, they changed the world forever. The stories of these eight historic, faithful women will change your life as well, as you see what God can do through the willing hearts of ordinary women.

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Read this review in Englewood Review of Books!
Englewood Review of Books

Enjoy this recent article on one of the women, Amanda Berry Smith,
published 3/26/2014 in Christianity Today's Hermeneutics:
Freed for Evangelism: The Story of Former Slave Amanda Berry Smith

When Others Shuddered review in the Chicago Tribune Printer's Row Journal!
April 18, 2014 Read it at this link!


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