What If Christ Was a Woman?

A Sacred Feminine Reclamation of Mary Magdalene

They told us the story already had a savior.

That the divine came only in male form.

That salvation wore a beard, carried a cross, and called God “Father.”

But what if Christ was also a woman?

What if she walked beside him—not behind, not beneath, but beside—equal in soul and spirit?

What if Mary Magdalene wasn’t the whore they warned us about, but the feminine face of the divine they feared?

The Lie That Changed Everything

For centuries, we were told that Mary Magdalene was a sinner—a fallen woman, a cautionary tale, a vessel of shame.

But that was never the truth.

That was a story written by men afraid of what it would mean if women saw themselves in the holy. If women were allowed to see themselves as priests, prophets, beloveds—not as helpers to the holy, but as holy themselves.

To discredit her was to discredit all women.

To label her a whore was to silence her priestesshood.

To erase her voice was to erase the memory of feminine divinity.

But memory lives in the bones.

And the Magdalene has never truly been lost.

She Was the Other Christ

Mary Magdalene wasn’t a groupie.

She was a keeper of the mysteries.

A priestess trained in the temples of Isis.

A sacred anointer.

The one who stayed when others fled.

The one who knew resurrection didn’t begin in the sky—it began in the womb.

She anointed the Christ.

She witnessed his rising.

She carried the teachings of the Way of Love—not through doctrine, but through presence, devotion, and feminine knowing.

She was the feminine Christ.

Not second. Not afterthought. Not myth.

She was the lost half of the story.

What Would Be Different If We Had Been Told?

If we had been told the Christ had a female form—how would we have viewed our bodies?

Would we have still learned to shrink ourselves in the name of holiness?

Would we have hated our cycles, our softness, our sensuality?

Would we have swallowed shame like sacrament?

Or would we have seen our desire as sacred?

Our intuition as holy?

Our wombs as temples?

Our tears as prayer?

If Christ had been portrayed as also a woman, how many of us would have known we were divine all along?

The Return of the Rose

This isn’t about replacing Jesus.

It’s about restoring Magdalene.

It’s about wholeness.

It’s about balance.

It’s about healing a lineage that has only ever shown the divine through masculine eyes.

Mary Magdalene is rising again—not in stained glass, but in you.

In your remembering.

In your reclaiming.

In your refusal to keep your divinity hidden.

She is the sacred mirror that says:

“You do not have to earn your holiness.You are not too much. Too tender. Too sensual. Too soft.You are sacred. You are whole. You are Christ in a woman’s body.”