by Guy Sayles | Sep 23, 2018 |
I don’t know . . . These days, that’s how many of my sentences begin. I don’t know how threatened I should feel by the steady resurgence of Multiple Myeloma (“Frank”) in my bone marrow and blood, or when to begin treatment, or how much more my energy will diminish. I...
by Guy Sayles | Aug 28, 2018 |
Many readers of my blog know that, in early 2014, I was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, a currently incurable but increasingly treatable cancer of the bone marrow and blood. Early on, to help me communicate with others about this cancer and also to give me a way of...
by Guy Sayles | Aug 25, 2018 |
My fourth year at Mars Hill University is underway; and, while my role is “teacher,” I’m often, and gratefully, a learner. My colleagues enrich my life with their diverse interests. It’s such a gift to be in a community where I encounter artists, zoologists,...
by Guy Sayles | Aug 10, 2018 |
“Didn’t you used to be Guy Sayles?” That’s what a fellow asked as I waited behind him in the checkout line at Ingles. When he realized what he’d said, he flushed red and apologized: “I’m so sorry. I meant, ‘Aren’t you Guy Sayles and didn’t you used to be pastor at...
by Guy Sayles | Aug 2, 2018 |
“Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.” That incisive quip come from Peter DeVries’ novel The Tent of Wickedness. I know something about nostalgia. After all, I’ve spent a lot of time in churches, and they’re hothouses of it: rosy nostalgia for the days when the pews...
by Guy Sayles | Jul 27, 2018 |
I’ve spent the last couple of days in Hot Springs. I doubt that many people imagine that the portal to heaven looks like this tiny town in the mountains of Western North Carolina, but I do. It’s nestled on the French Broad River which is my personal Jordan. Wading in...
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