Author: Sarah B Anderson

When Christmas Isn’t What You Expect

Years ago I read that many traditional Christmas songs are written in minor chords. I don’t know where I saw it, or who said it, or even if it’s true, actually. I just know, that it made sense at the time. That there is something about the songs of Christmas that feel equal parts melancholy and joyful; both promising and ache-y. That the words make mention of one true and meaningful thing, while the tune hints at something else, equally true, and meaningful—but also sad. In some ways I’ve started to dread this time of year. For whatever reason...

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How to Save Thanksgiving

The French philosopher, Simone Weil wrote about this idea of gravity and grace. I am not nearly smart enough to totally understand what she meant when she wrote about it, more than half a century ago, but I heard Pete Rollins describe it a little like this: We live in a world that operates by the laws of gravity. It’s the way things are, the natural and social rules of the culture we exist in. Gravity literally and metaphorically brings order and routine and structure to our world. But every now and again we catch these glimpse of grace....

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Why Veteran’s Day This Year is Different

I read two things this week that caught my attention. One said, “a sign that you’re an adult is when you start thinking on a spectrum, and not in binaries, when things move from being mutually exclusive and black and white ideals to more gray and more complicated.” The other said, “every day, 22 veterans commit suicide.” I could personally relate to the first thing. The past decade of life or so has been a slow move away from well-defined categories and towards more nuanced thinking. It has caused me to look at my faith differently, my politics differently,...

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The One Thing We Can Agree On When Handling Tragedy

I have spent the past several nights away from my phone. It wasn’t a decision I made myself. I think it went something like, me scrolling through my twitter feed, occasionally stopping, and speaking, with an elevated blood pressure dictating the words coming out of my mouth, fueled by anger, frustration, and all kind of swirling emotion, my husband listening calmly, and then reaching over and taking the phone from my hands. “What?” “You need to be done.” So I was, done, this scenario repeating itself several times over the course of a week. The problem Sunday night, when...

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Northern Ireland: On Walls

Before we left on our trip, we were told how charming the people of Ireland were. That we should hit the local pubs and, if we spent more than 30 minutes there, we would walk out with the names and numbers of our new best friends, and an invitation to come back and visit. From our first ride in the cab in Belfast, we knew everything we had heard was true. The people were charming. Their friendliness, irresistible. They were down to earth, eager to connect and so very thankful that we would visit their piece of the world,...

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Hi! I’m Sarah

Hi! I’m Sarah, wife to Rodney, mom to Asher and Pace, and writer—although I’m still trying to figure out how to do all three of those things. Sometimes I like books more than people, and all of the time I like French fries more than salad. I live in Georgia but I dream of the mountains.
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