By: Fred Smith

For generations, Black families have filled church pews with faith in their hearts and struggle in their pockets. Sunday after Sunday, grandmothers, uncles, single mothers, and entire families have sacrificed their last dollar—not for bills, not for groceries, but for tithes. Not out of obligation, but out of belief. They gave, trusting that God—and the institution representing Him—would provide.

But now, a difficult question lingers: after all the giving, what was given back?

The Black church has long been more than just a place of worship. It has been our community center, our therapist, our rallying cry, our safe haven. It marched with us in the civil rights era. It helped bury our dead with dignity. It gave us hope when the world refused to. But some-where along the w

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