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.

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Readings, 2020

Readings, 2020
Paradise Lost, John Milton

Adorning the Dark, Andrew Peterson

The Soul of Shame, Curt Thompson

Cure for the Common Life, Max Lucado

Halos and Avatars, Craig Detweiller, ed.

Fool's Talk, Os Guinness

Brendan, Frederick Buechner

The Screwtape Letters

Surprised by Joy, C. S. Lewis

The Pilgrim's Regress, C. S. Lewis

Becoming Whole, Brian Finkert and Kelly Kapic

Real Sex, Lauren Winner

Out of the Silent Planet, C. S. Lewis

Voyage to Venus, C. S. Lewis

That Hideous Strength, C. S. Lewis

Till We Have Faces, C. S. Lewis

Screwtape Proposes a Toast, C. S. Lewis

A Requiem for Septimus Warren Smith, a song

Another song from my inversions project.  I won't say much about it, except to explain that Septimus Warren Smith is a character from Virginia Woolf's novel Mrs. Dalloway.  He is  a veteran of World War I suffering from PTSD before anyone really knew what PTSD was.  I wrote it a couple of January's ago, when a number of very heartbreaking stories about Canadian soldiers suffering with PTSD were prominent headlines.



When Septimus Warren Smith fell down
I thought I heard the clatter
Of his body on the ground,
When he fell down

When Septimus Warren Smith fell down
I thought I saw them scatter
All the sparrows all around,
When he fell down

Don’t cry, Lucreiza
Don’t cry for me
Don’t cry, Lucreiza
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry for me

If Septimus Warren Smith be mad
Then all sane men are fools
And crazy’s not so bad,
If he be mad

And when Septimus Warren Smith wept tears
They gathered into pools
Of truth and hope and fears,
When he wept tears

Don’t cry, Lucreiza
Don’t cry for me
Don’t cry, Lucreiza
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry for me

When Septimus Warren Smith fell down
I thought I heard the clatter
Of his body on the ground
When he fell down

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