Pop and public schools

By Sarah Baker It’s funny how the smallest gesture can pick up a heavy heart and carry it through a tedious day. Yesterday, Valentine’s Day, I was on bus duty and received the best valentine ever.  A student brought me a Coke Zero with a bow and a note attached which...

Least of these

By Sarah Baker It was sixth grade, and I probably weighed sixty pounds soaking wet.  The rowdy cafeteria was being monitored by Coach Mike White, whose piercing blue-eyed stare and thunderous voice left no need for a whistle or a megaphone.  I was hungry and grouchy,...

Coffee and Content

By Sarah Baker Unlike lots of other folks, I am a morning person.  I like to go to bed early and get up early.  If I am going to work out regularly, it has got to be in the morning and I always have a better day if I go to the gym before work.  What I have been...

Had me at Kentucky

By Sarah Baker So I was sitting at Waffle House with my friend Katherine when a stranger approached our booth. “Can I have a few minutes of your time?” he asked.  Here goes, I thought. I was all set to explain to him that I already know Jesus and that I don’t have any...

Dirt and Depression

By Sarah Baker It has been a very dreary winter here in Knoxville.  With the yucky, wet weather and the constant talk of fiscal cliffs and local court fiascos, it has been hard not to feel weighted down by this winter.  Lots of folks I know are in the thick of the...