Author: Sarah Wells

Keep Magic in Christmas

When my children were finally old enough to do more than cry and crawl, I began a family tradition many others have around the holidays: the advent calendar. The goal was to plan an activity of some kind—large or small—for…

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Marriage as a Spiritual Practice | Intro

Brandon and I had been married for about three seconds when we decided that we would be awesome at marriage ministry. Because we were clearly awesome at marriage. For those three seconds.   This past October, Brandon texted me while…

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All Things Are Yours

The last few months I’ve been reading books by writers some people condemn as heretics. Heretic is an interesting word; it means “a person holding an opinion at odds with what is generally accepted.” To most people, then, Christians are…

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Picking Rocks with the Cosmic Christ

In the summer mornings of my childhood, I crossed the street with my dad to help my extended family harvest sweet corn. We are a people who tend to the land; I understand at a fundamental level what it means…

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Sassy Jesus

“Lydia,” I said, “you be Jesus.”   I had to assign each of the kids in my Sunday school class a role in acting out one of the Gospel stories. This particular story called for four guys, Jesus and three…

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The Terrible Justice of Children

My children play war. Not a day seems to pass without swords or guns, knight costumes or military hats, the sound of explosives exploding in some pretend space in our house. Legos line up for battle in forts defended by…

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#Blessed: Jesuses and the Rich Young Ruler

In the winter months I find myself on the couch, dreaming of our next renovation project. While I scroll through social media sites and pin new window treatments, I feel my heart sink against the discord in our nation, the…

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Finding Beauty in People Who Don’t Look Like Me

I experienced a wave of culture shock when I first began my job. I have moved from one vaguely Eastern European community to another since birth, from rural Northeast Ohio to rural North Central Ohio back to semi-rural Northeast Ohio….

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Weep, Groan, Wail: The Need to Lament

Mom’s diagnosis came in late October 2015. Her oncologist told her what a tough disease this one is to fight, but that in recent years they had made great advances. “We used to talk in terms of only months,” she…

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This Old Church

When I was ten my parents bought a 150-year-old house across the street from my dad’s parents’ farm and next door to my mom’s parents’ house. It had been a rental for a while, so it needed work. Also, it…

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