Books by Dale Harris

Books by Dale Harris
A Feast of Epiphanies

Though I Walk, A Novel

Daytime Moons and Other Celestial Anomalies, a book of poems

Second Wind

Second Wind
An album of songs both old and new. Recorded in 2021, a year of major transition for me, these songs explore the many vicissitudes of the spiritual life,. It's about the mountaintop moments and the Holy Saturday sunrises, the doors He opens that no one can close, and those doors He's closed that will never open again. You can click the image above to give it a listen.

The Song Became a Child

The Song Became a Child
A collection of Christmas songs I wrote and recorded during the early days of the pandemic lockdown in the spring of 2020. Click the image to listen.

There's a Trick of the Light I'm Learning to Do

This is a collection of songs I wrote and recorded in January - March, 2020 while on sabbatical from ministry. They each deal with a different aspect or expression of the Gospel. Click on the image above to listen.

Three Hands Clapping

This is my latest recording project (released May 27, 2019). It is a double album of 22 songs, which very roughly track the story of my life... a sort of musical autobiography, so to speak. Click the album image to listen.

Ghost Notes

Ghost Notes
A collections of original songs I wrote in 2015, and recorded with the FreeWay Musical Collective. Click the album image to listen.

inversions

Recorded in 2014, these songs are sort of a chronicle of my journey through a pastoral burn-out last winter. They deal with themes of mental-health, spiritual burn-out and depression, but also with the inexorable presence of God in the midst of darkness. Click the album art to download.

soundings

soundings
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"soundings" is a collection of songs I recorded in September/October of 2013. Dealing with themes of hope, ache, trust and spiritual loss, the songs on this album express various facets of my journey with God.

bridges

bridges
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"Bridges" is a collection of original songs I wrote in the summer of 2011, during a soul-searching trip I took out to Alberta; a sort of long twilight in the dark night of the soul. I share it here in hopes these musical reflections on my own spiritual journey might be an encouragement to others: the sun does rise, blood-red but beautiful.

echoes

echoes
Prayers, poems and songs (2005-2009). Click to download
"echoes" is a collection of songs I wrote during my time studying at Briercrest Seminary (2004-2009). It's called "echoes" partly because these songs are "echoes" of times spent with God from my songwriting past, but also because there are musical "echoes" of hymns, songs or poems sprinkled throughout the album. Listen closely and you'll hear them.

Accidentals

This collection of mostly blues/rock/folk inspired songs was recorded in the spring and summer of 2015. I call it "accidentals" because all of the songs on this project were tunes I have had kicking around in my notebooks for many years but had never found a "home" for on previous albums. You can click the image to download the whole album.

random reads

Saturday Morning Sermon (V)

Last week we finished a sermon series about spiritual gifts at the FreeWay.  In the interest of keeping the conversation going, I thought I'd post some excerpts from the series.  Here's the start of our first sermon, on spiritual gifts and worship.  The text was Romans 12:1-11.  Click here if you'd like to listen to the whole thing.

The other day my daughter's friend was visiting for supper.  We were talking about schools at the dinner table and she said she was going to All Saints in the fall.  She added:  “All Saints is a really big school.”

And before my filters could kick in I threw out one of my famous lame-Dad jokes.  I said:  “Well it would have to be big, if it’s gonna fit in all the saints.”  (She didn’t laugh either.  Elaine did a face palm.)
But it got me thinking for the rest of the week: if I were gonna write a list of  “All the Saints,” who would I put on it?  And I don’t just mean the guys who get cathedrals and schools named after them—I mean “saints” the way the Bible uses that word.   You know:  the cloud of believers throughout the ages and around the world who have asked Jesus to be their saviour, who have been sanctified through faith in him, and have become saints (in the biblical sense). 

And especially among those saints, I was thinking about the ones who have really left their mark on the world.  Who would you include if you were going to write a list of Christians who have left their mark on the world?  My list included:

Mother Theresa.  She was a nun from Albania who spent her life loving poor people in Calcutta, India.  Martin Luther King Jr.  He literally gave his life in the fight against racism in the 1960s.  Millard Fuller. He was the guy who gave up his career as a successful lawyer to found Habitat for Humanity and build houses for the homeless.  Henri Nowen.  He gave up his job as a writer and teacher to minister among developmentally challenged people in a place called L’Arche community of Montreal.  Jackie Pullinger.  She followed Jesus to Hong Kong and spent her life helping the drug addicts and derelicts that lived in a place called the Kowloon Walled City.  Charles Welsey.  He was a songwriter in the old days, and people have estimated that he wrote 6000 hymns over the course of his lifetime.  C. S. Lewis.  He was the writer who invented Narnia and wrote whole a whole slew of Christian books that have helped children and grownups over the years.

Well.  I’ll stop there.  And I’m not sure how many of these names you recognize.  But I want you to imagine something with me here.

Imagine for a second that Mother Theresa looked at Martin Luther King one say ands said, “Gee.  I’m not marching on Washington and giving powerful speeches about how ‘I have a dream,’ like him.  I must not be worshipping Jesus.”

Or if Jackie Pullinger looked at C. S. Lewis and said:  “Forget the drug addicts of Hong Kong.  Look s like what Jesus really wants us to do is write magical children’s stories.”  Or worseimagine that Millard Fullar told Charles Wesley:  “listen, Mr. Wesley, 6,000 hymns is enough.  If you really want to serve Jesus you’ve got to start building houses like me.” 

I mean:  imagine for a moment, what we’d miss out on if this diverse family, with all its different gifts and talents and passions and skills—writing and music and mercy and healing and speaking and building—if someone tried to take it and fit everyone into the exact same mould when it came to serving Jesus.
How would our life together suffer?  If we tried to say—the way I’m gifted to serve Jesus, that’s the only way to serve that matters—and if you want to serve him you’ve got to do it like me?  How impoverished would the Kingdom of God be?

Well:  I’m not sure if that sounds far fetched or not.  It can’t be too far fetched, because that’s the very thing that Paul warns us against in Romans 12, here, when he says all that stuff about how we shouldn’t think of ourselves more highly than we ought... about how we all have different gifts, according to the grace given to us ... about how “real life worship” means using the gifts you got with all you got for the glory of Jesus.

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