Sarah Young

Though Worms

I made two full serving pans of worms and dirt for our church Christmas celebration. If you’ve never had worms and dirt, it is chocolate pudding with oreos crumbled throughout, topped with gummy worms. The pans weighed about twenty pounds each. It was a lot of pudding, but it all got eaten. We had overContinue reading “Though Worms”

Out Good-ing God

‘Tis the season of good cheer, good food, good feelings, and good deeds. The season just doesn’t seem complete without checking those good deeds off our lists. There’s a house I drive past where there is no hot water heater and only thirty minutes of electricity at a time. The children there will not haveContinue reading “Out Good-ing God”

Going in Haste

I usually leave all the hurrying to my husband. I would rather leave early and get there late than hurry to do anything. But, there’s hurry in the Christmas story that was totally justified and just can’t be ignored. The shepherds were keeping watch over their sheep by night. While they were diligently, methodically, butContinue reading “Going in Haste”

Little Pictures

“Do you have any tattoos?” The little girl circled me inquisitively, picking up one of my hands and examining my arm. “No tattoos,” I answered. She continued looking anyway, explaining that her teacher and her mom have tattoos. “Why don’t you have tattoos?” she asked. “Well, why do they?” I was hesitant to answer herContinue reading “Little Pictures”

Rooted in Memories

I can tell Christmas is coming by the flood of magazines in my mailbox. Everyone wants a little piece of my holiday spending, and they try all kinds of tricks to persuade me to buy their merchandise. This week, a magazine boasted personalized needlepoint stockings, just like grandma used to make, alongside the words, “ThinkContinue reading “Rooted in Memories”

Replacing Foolish Talk

If I’ve talked to you recently, we probably talked about the weather, the holidays, our children, or maybe tips and tricks for household tasks. I might have told you about the latest happenings around my house, and maybe you told me about the funny thing your grandchild did last week. None of our conversation wasContinue reading “Replacing Foolish Talk”

Attentive Hearkening

The older I get, the more my hearing is impaired by background noise. Noisy rooms are the worst, and if I am nodding and smiling at you, you can be fairly confident that I can’t hear what you’re saying. Ephesus was a noisy city. Besides the regular hustle and bustle of city life, there wasContinue reading “Attentive Hearkening”

The Curator Returns

This is the sequel to the short story entitled, “The Curator,” written by Sarah Dixon Young last year for Halloween. You can read the original story here. I sat in the waiting area while the Curator hissed at someone on the telephone. “Well, of course I will have to release those artifacts.” He paused. “Yes,Continue reading “The Curator Returns”

Whose Weapons are These?

While cleaning the garage recently, I threw a handful of sticks out into the side yard. My youngest son yelled in protest, “Those are my weapons!” I tried explaining that they were only sticks, but he carefully explained how they were daggers and arrows and scimitars. I tried a different tack. “They are not sharpContinue reading “Whose Weapons are These?”

Marching Orders

I knew the dictionary definition of prostitution. I just wasn’t prepared for the delusion that came with it. “And then, I bought him for the drugs he could give my friend,” she said. I had questions: “Bought him? With money?” Giggles. “No.” I said gently, “It sounds like he bought you.” “Oh no. I definitelyContinue reading “Marching Orders”