by Guy Sayles | Apr 23, 2011 |
At noon today, we gathered in the chapel to be called to, and accompanied in, prayer by our Adult Handbell Choir; they rang so well, as they always do. Among the prayers we offered on this Good Friday (and Earth Day) were these: Creating and Sustaining God, whose word...
by Guy Sayles | Apr 16, 2011 |
Insider. . . outsider Male. . . .female Light. . .dark Weak. . . strong. Faith. . . doubt Life. . . death Courage. . . fear Love. . . hate. Yes. . . no These tensions rest close together in our minds; many of them are also entangled, like interconnected roots, in the...
by Guy Sayles | Apr 8, 2011 |
I need help. I was wrong. I don’t know. Those three statements are crucial to emotional and spiritual maturity. All three of them are confessions of our humanity—of the limits on our strength, goodness, and knowledge. I need help: I can’t go it alone. I was wrong: I...
by Guy Sayles | Apr 3, 2011 |
I wrote the following poem in response to something I heard from my grandmother over supper one night and to a glimpse of a faded black and white photograph of her husband, my grandfather, standing in front of a motorcycle. Years after my grandfather died, at a dinner...
by Guy Sayles | Mar 30, 2011 |
A sampling of the books I have read in the last month or so and/or am currently reading. POETRY I recently finished Christian Wiman’s new book of poems, Every Riven Thing and Galway Kinnel’s Three Books: Body Rags; Mortal Acts, Mortal Words; The Past. Wiman is the...
by Guy Sayles | Mar 23, 2011 |
It was a long time ago now, but I clearly remember the day one of my seminary professors came into the classroom, put his lecture notes and books down on the lectern with a thud, scanned the room with an intense and serious look on his face, and asked: “How many of...
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