by Guy Sayles | Mar 16, 2025 |
https://unsplash.com/@tama66 “Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions,” the poet Hafiz said. It’s cheapest only in the sense that it is the shabbiest, least hospitable, and most uncomfortable. In another sense, fear...
by Guy Sayles | Mar 8, 2025 |
When I was a boy, I worried that I would deny Jesus by saying the wrong thing about him. Now, I’m aware that I’m far more likely to deny him by acting in ways that betray his ways and his will. In the church of my childhood, an occasional visiting preacher would ask...
by Guy Sayles | Nov 13, 2024
Words aren’t adequate to express what I’ve witnessed since Helene stormed through Western North Carolina. The winds, mudslides, and floods left destruction, devastation, death, and despair behind. Homes and businesses were seriously damaged or washed away. Basic...
by Guy Sayles | Oct 14, 2024
Lately, I’ve imagined that I overhear the grief of Jesus. I hear strains of bewilderment and anger, loneliness and longing, protest and prayer. No wonder his followers have often used words from Isaiah to describe him as: “a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief.”...
by Guy Sayles | Aug 1, 2024
Sometimes there’s a lot that needs to be said, but I’m unable to say much at all. There are so many problems to ponder, perspectives to consider, and questions to ask. My ponderings seem shallow, though. My perspectives are commonplace. My questions aren’t original;...
by Guy Sayles | May 29, 2024
This article appeared first on the Jesus Worldview Initiative website, jesusworldview.org As an elementary school aged boy in 1960s Atlanta, I spent most of my out-of-school time playing side-yard football and sandlot baseball, wandering in the thin woods near our...
by Guy Sayles | Apr 28, 2024
I learned about the magic of walking from my father’s father. When he had a long hard day at “the” A & P (it was never just A & P), or when the noise in the house was too much for him, or when he simply needed to think and pray, he’d leave his little house at...
by Guy Sayles | Mar 30, 2024
Good Friday. Holy Saturday. Resurrection Sunday. This sacred seventh day, this barren Sabbath, suspends us between Jesus’ cry of dereliction on Friday afternoon—“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”—and the angels’ astonishing announcement at dawn on Sunday —“He...
by Guy Sayles | Mar 27, 2024
On an early spring Sunday afternoon when I was eight years old, I walked the short distance from my family’s home to the home of our pastor, Ken Haag. I was often there, usually to see my friend, Tony; but, that day, I wanted to talk with Brother Ken. To use the...
by Guy Sayles | Jan 26, 2024
Ten years ago this month, I was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, an incurable but increasingly manageable cancer of the bone marrow and blood. At diagnosis, the median survival rate was about five years, so I’ve lived far longer than I then had reason to think I...
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