Books by Dale Harris

Books by Dale Harris
The Lives of the Saints and Other Poems

A Feast of Epiphanies

Though I Walk, A Novel

Daytime Moons and Other Celestial Anomalies, a book of poems

A Theory of Everything (Vol 1)

A Theory of Everything (Vol 2)

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.

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.

Random Reads

The Word and the Prophet, a devotional thought

There's a story in 2 Kings 13:21-25 that gets me thinking about the life-giving power of God's Word.  In a nutshell:  some Israelites are burying someone, when they see a band of Moabite raiders coming.  In fear they hide the body in Elisha's tomb, the Prophet of God who had died only few years (and a couple of verses) earlier.  When the body touches Elisha's bones, it says, the man comes to life and stands up again on his feet.

During his life, of course, Elisha was the representative of the God's Word, guarding it, preserving it, speaking it's truth to power; and even now in death, the prophet-- the locus of God's Word-- is still working wonders.

There are probably a number of directions we could go with this, but it gets me thinking, like I say, about the miraculous power that God's Word still has, today, to bring things to life. I've seen it. However dead and dusty this old book may seem-- however much like old bones lying silent in an ancient sepulchre it may feel in our modern hands-- it is still able to work life-giving, life-changing miracles in us and among us.

Even the slightest brush with it, it would seem, has the power to bring dead things to life and set them on their feet.

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