When I first saw Louis Glanzman’s paintings of twelve women in the gospels whose names are so familiar, something happened inside me. After a lifetime of knowing all about these women I felt, at last, that I had actually met them. Indeed I had. They were people I already knew: homemakers, sex workers, child runaways, crones, teachers, mothers, senior citizens...all of them knew Jesus. All of them were achetypes who reflected the journeys, struggles, joys and dreams of women today.