by Guy Sayles | Nov 20, 2017 |
Maybe, later in the week, I’ll write about the numerous extraordinarily ordinary and ordinarily extraordinary gifts which are part of my everyday life and for which I am grateful. Thanksgiving’s origins, though, are civic: they have to do with the condition and...
by Guy Sayles | Nov 8, 2017 |
Saturday morning, at Barnes and Noble, I was in the café line to order my venti Hot Cinnamon Spice tea. Just ahead of me was a young family. Dad pushed a stroller with a sleeping 8 month old boy, dressed in Carolina blue inside. Mom paid gentle attention to a four...
by Guy Sayles | Oct 31, 2017 |
This morning, I had the opportunity to preach a “Reformation Day” sermon in Mars Hill University’s Chapel. People who know something about my preaching will recognize that I’ve used, yet again, a Raymond Carver poem, the description of an...
by Guy Sayles | Oct 22, 2017 |
This morning, I had the joy of sharing in worship with, and preaching for, the good folks of All Souls Episcopal Cathedral. I’m grateful to Dean Todd Donatelli for the invitation. To the words from Matthew, I add the gospel according to Aretha...
by Guy Sayles | Oct 15, 2017 |
These days, finding silence is both difficult and necessary. It’s hard enough to find external silence. Even in the early morning hours, I hear the low hum of appliances, the whirring of fans, the on-again, off-again cycle of the HVAC unit, and the faint sounds...
by Guy Sayles | Oct 6, 2017 |
Maybe you remember the desperate and destitute sharecropper in Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath who was being evicted from farming the land by its owners who had to return it to the bank. The “owner men,” as Steinbeck called them,. . . were all...
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