“Enter through the narrow gate,” Jesus told his disciples. I’ve been thinking about this narrow gate for a long time, bewildered that God would make a small entrance into his kingdom on purpose to keep people out. Jesus says the only way to the Father is through the Son, that the Son is the Way,ContinueContinue reading “Enter Through the Narrow Gate”
Author Archives: Sarah M. Wells
What Happens to Suffering When We Pray
This week, my daughter, Lydia, broke one of her arms for the fourth time in six years. There’s never a great time to break a bone, but in my opinion, the start of the summer is the worst time. As I scurried down to church camp to pick her up the day after dropping herContinueContinue reading “What Happens to Suffering When We Pray”
Fairness
There’s a national debate taking place in the US of A about raising the minimum wage. While the politicians argue over the idea, some businesses—from major retailers to banks to private universities—have grown impatient and taken matters into their own hands over the last few years. Amazon increased its minimum wage to $15/hour almost fiveContinueContinue reading “Fairness”
This Makes Me Uncomfortable
We have two teenagers in our house right now, and there are many, many, many conversations we’d rather not have with them. It would be so much easier to just… let it be. They’ll be fine. They’ll figure it out. Maybe if we ignore it, it’ll go away. There’s a model in the Bible forContinueContinue reading “This Makes Me Uncomfortable”
Destination: Mars
I’m participating in the #NaPoWriMo challenge to write a poem a day during National Poetry Month. So far, it’s off to a fun start. I’ve been using Carolee Bennett’s poetry prompts, and today’s I thought I’d share because it’s so wacky and off the wall and not at all the kind of poem I normallyContinueContinue reading “Destination: Mars”
The Pace Car
Growing up, my family watched a lot of NASCAR. Our driver was Awesome Bill from Dawsonville, Bill Elliott, and we would cheer him on every Sunday, whether he was the #9 Coors car, the #11 Budweiser car, or the #94 McDonalds car. I had t-shirts and posters, people. It was serious. Whenever there were wrecks,ContinueContinue reading “The Pace Car”
The Things We’ve Lost and Where They’re Found
The pancake batter bowl is missing. I have twice opened and shut every kitchen cabinet drawer it could have been stuffed into by one of three children annoyed by the daily chore of unloading the dishwasher groooooan. Maybe it was the jesterly husband with all his high-minded opinions about where and how certain dishes oughtContinueContinue reading “The Things We’ve Lost and Where They’re Found”
An Invitation to Best Society Post-Pandemic
Do come in for a spot of tea.I have not seen you for so long.—Emily Post, Etiquette, in Society, in Business, in Politics, and at Home (1922) After the throes of a global pandemic,who wouldn’t dedicate 38 chaptersto defining Best Society’s etiquette? There’s so much room to write the rules for social life when socializing comeswith aContinueContinue reading “An Invitation to Best Society Post-Pandemic”
Making Space
At the beginning of 2020 and again at the beginning of the advent season, I wrote about the call to “make space” this year. This phrase manifested itself in a dozen different and surprising ways this year, but perhaps none more unexpected for me than my decision to step down from my role as DirectorContinueContinue reading “Making Space”
A Christmas Poem
I remembered this poem this Christmas Eve morning as a I cracked an egg from our friend, Bill’s, chickens to make cinnamon rolls as part of our family tradition of cinnamon rolls for Christmas morning. There are so many little miracles every day, the holy incarnate among us, if we just keep our eyes andContinueContinue reading “A Christmas Poem”
Sarah Marie Wells 