Sarah Young

Peter’s Hope

1 Pet. 1:3, Mark 14:66-72, Lamentations 3:16-26 Believe it or not, a lot of people disagree on when an unborn baby is alive. Even with all our technology that shows fetal development and heartbeat, society still wrestles with the question of when a baby is a living person. In his book Discovering Design with Biology,Continue reading “Peter’s Hope”

Awaiting the Birth

The wonder of birth is wrapped up in waiting. As we wait for a baby to be born, he or she is growing inside of mother’s womb. There’s a lot that happens in that time of waiting. By day 22, the baby has a heartbeat. On day 42, you might find the baby hiccuping andContinue reading “Awaiting the Birth”

Contraire

My youngest son named our guinea rooster “Contraire.” The bird has earned it. He came as one of ten guinea chicks, and remained as one of three that escaped a mink. Sickness and a raccoon whittled down the flock until Contraire was the sole survivor. He keeps meticulous watch over the regular chickens, sounding likeContinue reading “Contraire”

Daily Bread

Highschool biology has opened up a new world to our family through the microscope. Recently, my daughter had to examine active yeast cells, and we all took turns ooohing and ahhhing over their beauty. When I make bread or pizza dough, I never take the time to gaze in wonder at the yeast doing itsContinue reading “Daily Bread”

The Prison of Pot

It was 11:30 one night when my dogs started barking. A group of five boys was walking up the driveway. They called out to me, and I recognized them. I called the dogs, and the boys walked up to the house. They often came to play basketball or eat a meal. My mind raced toContinue reading “The Prison of Pot”

The Curator

“I acquired this piece after a lengthy court battle,” the Curator said, motioning to his left. I gazed intently at the ornate sarcophagus housed in a dimly lit display case. The golden skin and ruby eyes of the case no longer looked like the face of the dried and shrunken mummy inside it. “I reallyContinue reading “The Curator”

The Curator, Part 2

Goliath’s severed head, Nebuchadnezzar’s fingernails, Belshazzar’s golden goblet, and the worm-eaten corpse of Herod featured prominently in the Curator’s collection. I grew tired of hearing his gloating long before he was tired of detailing it. Finally, we had toured the entire museum. Only one exhibit remained. “Perhaps you are pressed for time. Would you likeContinue reading “The Curator, Part 2”

The Curator, Part 1

Something out of Nothing

This week, my kindergartener and I studied Elisha and the Widow’s jars. Our Bible study routine is always the same. I get out the flannel board, and he gets out the Bible. I tell the same Bible story every morning for the whole week, and he never gets tired of it. Actually, if I missContinue reading “Something out of Nothing”

Idling

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who attended Sunday school. He grew up and died. That’s the end of the story, and there is no happily ever after. The rows and rows of faces, who were once happy little children in my Sunday school class, but grew up to be lost toContinue reading “Idling”