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

Maundy Thursday, a poem

She shifts her weight uncomfortably
The pitcher and the basin drawing near
Wanting shyly but so desperately
To have him come and pour his clear
And shining stream of servant-hearted love
Across her bashful feet.  
                                      But knowing
How he’d have to see the rough 
And calloused sole—the thought of showing
Him the spot she stubbed her toe
And left an ugly tear that never rightly closed
Is unbearably embarrassing to her—and so
She keeps her feet tucked in and unexposed.
          If only (this her ardent wish) we could have him wash
          Our souls without this all too clumsy touching of our flesh.

A Journey Through the Book of Job (Part 10): Job 38:1-10

The Empire Struck Down, a devotional thought

These thoughts are still sort of half-baked, but the other day I was reading Revelation 18:1-19:6, with its dark, heart-rending lament for the fallen “city of Babylon,” and the whole thing has been lingering in my imagination ever since. 

As far as I can tell, in Revelation, the “City of Babylon” is both a cipher for the City of Rome, and also an archetype for any and all imperialistic city-building projects, from the original Babylon, up to and including those of the present day. “Babylon” was unimaginably rich (18:12), powerful (18:19), luxurious (18:14) and sensual (18:13). Babylon is the hedonism of Las Vegas and the intrigue of Washington D.C. and the wealth of Abu Dhabi rolled up into one, with a bit of Hollywood’s glamour and Berlin’s political weight thrown in, and laced with some old-school Emperor worship for good measure.

Of course, no one ever imagined, at the height of Rome’s power, that Rome would one day cease to be; citizens of Empires never imagine that the glory and wealth and power and luxury of the thing they’ve collectively built will ever fade. Which is why Revelation’s lament is so arresting and so haunting: “Fallen, Fallen, is Babylon the great! She has become a home for demons and a haunt for every unclean bird ... the music no longer plays in her streets, the merchants no longer buy and sell, in one hour all her wealth and glamour and luxury has been brought to ruin ...” 

As far as Revelation is concerned, there is a divinely-set shelf-life on every human Empire-building project, past present and future. One day the things that seem so sure and permanent today—Wall Street? Silcone Valley? The World Wide Interweb?—as unlikely as it may seem—one day all of these things will be what now Rome is: a nearly-forgotten relic of human greatness. 

And if that's true, then those who’ve really heard this lament in Revelation 18 for what it is, will sit loosely to the allure of Babylon, whenever and however Babylon shows up in our lives, refusing to be taken in by her offer of security and luxury apart from God.

Palm Sunday, a poem

Did we, in our all too eager Sunday celebration 
Heralding a king we thought had come to fight
Against the weight of cruel Rome’s oppression 
Miss the real wrongs his coming would set right?

And did we miss the joyful cries of all those silent stones 
In our blind reception of that presumed warrior king? 
Did all our bellowing about Davidic thrones 
Drown out the trees’ applause, the song the hills would sing?

And while serene unbroken colts stood sentry
And rocks stood at the ready, filled with jubilation 
Did we miss the real triumph of his entry: 
A coming of Shalom to heal his suffering creation?

It wouldn’t be the first, or only time we missed it, 
The healing of a cross, in our yearning for a sword, 
Shouting loud Hosannas though we never could have guessed it 
How truly blessed is the One who comes in the Name of the 
                                                                               Lord!


A Journey through the Book of Job (Part 9): Job 35:1-16

It's a Given, a devotional thought


The other day I was reading Revelation Chapter 13, and this simple but powerful phrase kept jumping out at me. It's right in the middle of that very vivid and somewhat unsettling vision of the Beast coming out of the Sea (13:1-10) and the Beast coming out of the Earth (13:11-13), which I take as a highly symbolic, apocalyptic description of the Powers and Principalities at work in the world (those that were at work during the Roman persecution of the Church then and those that are still at work in the world whenever similar atrocities, idolatries and/or imperialistic projects rear their heads...). 

 Anyways, the interpretation of Revelation is a ponderous task, fraught with challenges, but like I say, in my reading this simple phrase jumped out at me: “It was given to him...” Three times John uses the passive form of the verb “to give” in this passage, in regards to the Beast and its apparent authority. In 13:5, “he was given a mouth to utter blasphemies,” and “he was given authority”; in 13:7 “he was given power to make war against the saints.” 

 There is something very subtle but very powerful going on here, because obviously to say that “something was given...” in the passive form like this sort of raises the question: Given by whom?

Earlier (13:2) it’s the dragon (a symbol for the Satan) who “gives the beast his power and his throne and his authority”; but here, it’s less obvious who is doing the giving. If John had meant that the dragon was the giver, surely he would have specified the dragon as the subject of the verb, as he did before. But he didn’t; he doesn’t. And the reason, I think, is because ultimately, any apparent power or apparent authority that the beast (i.e. the Powers, Principalities, Rulers and Authorities at work in this world) may have, whether they admit it or not, is given them by God.

Even if they use that authority idolatrously and blasphemously, as the Beast does in Revelation 13, in some mysterious way, even then it doesn’t change that fact that whatever authority they may have they hold only according to the will or God. And this is good news for us, because it means that, even when evil and darkness seems to be winning, their victory is, in the final analysis, illusory. God is still in control; the beast (or beasts, such as they are) is not and every “beast” from the Roman Empire up to the present day, will give an account, in the end, for the way they used the authority God permitted them to have.

A Journey Through the Book of Job (Part 8): Job 28: 1-28

Going to the Gym with God (Part 9): On Being a Temple

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The other day I was watching some random sit-com on Netflix, and one of the characters made some passing comment about their body being a temple. I think it was in relation to eating junk-food, the reference in question. Someone offered them a bag of chips or some such thing, and they declined, explaining that they weren’t willing to “desecrate this temple” by eating junk.

As a pastor my theological radar started pinging like made when I heard the reference. The character in the show had only meant it as a throw-away line, but of course, there is a profound theological truth underlying the sentiment—and apparently it’s a popular enough sentiment to have made it into the script of a Netflix sitcom—that our bodies are “temples.”

For the secular person, I expect, the idea of the body being a “temple” points to the belief that we are actually spiritual creatures; and inasmuch as the human body “houses” the human spirit—and to the degree that the human spirit is in fact “sacred”—in that sense, and to that degree—our bodies are “temples” for the human spirit.

But I’m not a secular person, of course. As a Christian, when I heard this passing reference to the idea that the body is a “temple,” my mind went immediately to the place this idea originated from, the writings of St. Paul, in his First Letter to the Corinthians, Chapter 6, verse 19: “Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own?”

In the New Testament, it’s not the fact that the body houses a “sacred human spirit,” that makes it a temple, but the fact that, for the Christian, their flash-and-blood bodies are indwelt by God’s own Holy Spirit, and in that sense, and only that sense, it’s fitting to discuss it as a “temple” of God.

This idea is often mentioned in church circles—that the Christian body is a temple of God’s Spirit—and it’s often used as a basis for ethical reflection. Inasmuch as the body is God’s temple, any immoral actions or unethical activities that you might do in your body, or with your body, or as your body, have the inevitable consequence of desecrating the temple.

Paul himself makes this argument in the passage in question. He uses the fact that the Christian body is God’s temple, primarily, as a basis for arguing against sexual immorality—fornication, adultery, prostitution, and so on. The underlying logic of the passage is that sexually immoral practices like these are “misuses of the body” that result in the body itself being joined with the “sexually immoral”; and to the extent that this is true, they constitute a spiritual “desecration of God’s temple” (the body itself) and are therefore especially egregious for Christians to participate in.

Because we are temples of the Holy Spirit, in other words, we ought not to defile the temple by using our bodies in sexually immoral ways.

It’s natural to extrapolate other ethical implications from this passage (though it’s equally easy to slip into all kinds of non-sequitur arguments, too). Since smoking, for instance, is deleterious to the body’s health, it constitutes a “defilement of the temple,” too; so too does drinking, over-eating, or what have you.

At a certain point, I think it’s possible to take this logic in a direction Paul never intended. His main point in 1 Corinthians 6:19 is about immoral practices specifically, and how using our bodies to do things contrary to God’s will is an offense against the Holy Spirit who indwells the Christian body. Whether smoking, or drinking, or indulging in that bag of chips makes one a “temple-desecrator” in Paul’s mind is a bit of an open question.

It’s even possible to take this logic in a direction entirely contrary to Paul’s point. It is possible to get so hung up on the notion that the body is a temple and therefore it must be kept in pristine condition, that we actually start to worship it, itself, instead of worshiping the Holy Spirit, whose indwelling presence is the only thing that makes it a temple in the first place. It’s like going to church and instead of worshipping God, spending all your time adoring the building…

On top of all that, I think a completely honest handling of the "temple of God" talk in 1 Corinthians has to acknowledge that this reference to individual believers being temples of the Holy Spirit is the odd man out in Paul's writing.  Predominantly, he prefers to talk about the entire community of faith being "the temple of God" together. We are only temples individually if and as we are connected to a Spirit-filled community of Faith, which is corporately the temple of God. Fundamentally, the teaching that the individually believer is a "temple of God" personally, I think, is meant to speak to their place and involvement in the community. You ought not do anything that desecrate your "temple" personally, because you are part of a community of faith that corporately has to function together as God's holy temple, and how can you be part of that if your own "temple" is filthy?

So I don’t want to take the Christian belief that the body is a temple any further than the text allows, but in principle, I wonder if there is something to this idea that can help us in our effort to outline a “theology of exercise.” It’s not that because the body is a temple for the Holy Spirit, we better keep it in shape for fear of desecrating it (as though my lack of cardio-vascular fitness was somehow an “abomination that causes desolation); if that’s what you hear when I say that the Christian teaching about the indwelling presence of the Holy Spirit is a building block for a robust theology of exercise, then I’m not communicating well here at all.

But what if we took it in a different direction than that? What if we let this profound truth really touch our imagination: that the Holy Spirit of the Creator God truly did deign to make these finite, fragile, somewhat measly human vessels of blood and bone his home—that he really did dwell with in. How profound an affirmation of our bodies—as weak and given to breaking down as they are—would we hear if we heard that let that truth hit us with perfect clarity: your body—yes that fearfully-made assemblage of bone and skin and flesh and blood and cells and tissue—as strange as it may sound to hear and incredible to believe—yours and my bodies are actually dwelling places for the Spirit of God.

With what joy would you take your next run? With what delight would you sweat it out over your next afternoon at the gym? With what pleasure might you plunge into the pool the next time you’re there? With what grace might you take that next long stroll through the park? What if you really believed it, I mean: that the Holy Spirit of the Living God himself was with you, within you, as you did these wholesome things, and that he was actually delighting to be with you, as you put this, his temple, to such good use?

With Peals of Earth-shaking Prayer, a devotional thought

The other day I was reading Revelation 8:1-5 for my devotions and I had this inspiring thought.

If you’re unfamiliar with the Book of Revelation, let me set the stage.  Because chapter 8 opens with this very vivid scene where an angel opens the seventh seal on this mysterious scroll in the throne room of heaven, and then there’s silence in heaven “for about a half an hour.” After this, another angel, holding a golden censer, comes and stands at the altar in the Holy Place of Heaven. The angel takes incense (which throughout the Book of Revelation, represents the prayers of God’s people), puts it on the altar, and then takes some, now lit ablaze with the fire of heaven, fills his censer with it. Then he hurls the censer to earth, where it causes “peals of thunder, rumblings, lightning and an earthquake.” 

Like I say, it’s dramatic, and highly symbolic, but here’s the inspiring thought: because the incense in the censer was the prayers of God’s people, or at the very least, it was mixed with the prayers of God’s people (v. 3). And if you track with the symbolism here, it would seem that it’s the prayers of God’s people, lit-up with, set-ablaze by, and mingled with the fire of heaven, that's what the angel hurled earthward, and that's what’s causing the lightning and earthquakes in the world. 

There is cause for awe here. However feeble, mundane, lack-luster and all-too-human our prayers may sometimes seem, in the apocalyptic imagery of Revelation, they are the blazing missiles of Heaven’s angelic host, wreaking wonders in God’s epic (though so often invisible) showdown with the darkness.

Faithful, prayerful servant of Jesus, be encouraged today. As far as heaven is concerned your prayers literally have the potential to shake the world and rattle the heavens. Don’t give up or grow complacent in this work.

A Journey through the Book of Job (Part 7): Job 19:1-29

What's in a Name? A devotional thought

Our Wednesday evening Bible Study at the Corner Church is currently working through a verse-by-verse study of the Book of Revelation.  It's a rich, challenging, moving, and sometimes unsettling book to be digging into, but the Lord never fails to meet us when we gather around it each week.

Last week, for example, we came to Revelation 2:17, and spent some time reflecting on this promise from Jesus that everyone who stays true to him will receive “a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it.” 

I've always loved this verse and think about it a lot in my work as a pastor. It's a powerful image on its own, but it actually ties into a significant pattern we see throughout in the Bible, where God gets a hold of someone in a dramatic way, and as he does, he gives them a new name. He re-named Abram (Abraham, the “exalted Father”); he renamed Jacob (Israel, the one who “wrestles with God”); he renamed Simon (Peter, “the Rock”) and so on. 

In each story, God’s new name for the person goes right to the heart of something true about them and their relationship with God; and in each story this divine act of re-naming becomes a defining moment for the person, one where they come to see themselves as God himself sees them.

In Revelation 2:17, then, when God promises to give all his victorious followers a “white stone with a new name written on it,” I think we’re supposed to take all sorts of encouragement and hope from that truth.

Certainly our Bible study group did the other night.

Because the Good News is that God, and God alone, knows our “true names.” He knows our true identities, that is to say: who we are, where we came from and where we’re going. He knows it even better than we ourselves do. And as we live victoriously in him, he promises to reveal it to us, giving us eyes to see ourselves the way he sees us, and in doing so, giving us our true names, written indelibly for us on a precious stone held only between ourselves and him.

A Journey Through the Book of Job (Part 6): Job 9:1-35

Going to the Gym with God (Part 8): Training for Christian Discipleship


There is an extended discussion of Christian discipleship in 1 Corinthians 9, where Paul compares our life in the Lord to the life of an athlete competing in the ancient Olympic games. He starts by describing the freedom that is ours in the Gospel. We are no longer bound by the regulations of the Jewish law, he says (9:20-21), but the consequence of that freedom is that we have become “slaves of the Gospel,” bound by the love of Christ to be “all things to all people” (v. 19).

To help us understand this paradox—that the call of Christian freedom is really a call of servitude to Christ—he asks us to picture an athlete in training. “In order to win the prize,” he says, “the athlete must put his body through a strict regime of rigorous training.” He then compares it to a boxer, “beating his body into submission” so as to win the prize in the ring (v. 26b-27). Athletes, in other words, are free to compete, but in order to compete well, they must submit to exacting disciplines of physical training.

It’s all metaphorical, of course, using the rigors of athletic training to help us more fully to appreciate the demands of Christian discipleship, both what’s required of us as the Lord’s followers (“beating our bodies into submission”), and also why it's required (“in order to get a crown [of glory] that will last forever”). It’s a metaphor the New Testament uses repeatedly. In Hebrews 12:1, we’re to run our race with perseverance, in Philippians 2:16, we’re to “press on towards the finish line,” in Galatians 5:7 we’re to take pains to ensure no one “cuts in on us” in the race, and in 2 Timothy 4:7 Paul talks about his life as an apostle in terms of “finishing the race.”

So this metaphor is all over the New Testament. And the more I explore the “theology of exercise,” the more I wonder if it's more than just a metaphor. At the very least, it’s no wonder to me, that when the authors of the New Testament wanted a fail-safe image for what the disciplined life of a follower of Jesus really looks like, they reached for, of all things, athletic metaphors to make their point.

There is, after all, something character-forming that happens inside us when we undertake some exercise routine or other and then discipline ourselves to stick to it, regardless the screaming in our brains to give it up when the going gets tough, and never mind all the distractions trying to tempt us away from keeping at it.

I have found this to be true, at any rate. Disciplining myself to exercise a little bit every day, even when I would rather do anything but exercise, benefits my heart, soul and mind, as much as it does my strength. It develops determination. It forms mental toughness. It strengthens my resolve in other areas of life. It shows me that my limits are actually further past where I always assumed they were.

I’m not the only one who has found this, by the way. I read a fascinating and very practical guide to life-coaching a few years ago by Jim Loehr and Tony Schwartz, called The Power of Full Engagement. They argue that, contrary to received wisdom, the key to being effective in life is not so much time management as it is energy management. They suggest that if we really want to be successful across all the domains of life—from our relationships to our work to our families to our hobbies—we need to put disciplined routines in place that help us manage our spiritual, emotional, and physical energy well. That energy then becomes the fuel for attaining goals and achieving success.

It’s an interesting read, and I’ve found it helpful to put some of their ideas into practice; but here’s where it goes from “hmmmm….” to “whoah….” Because Loehr and Schwartz argue that the key to energy management is the intricate connection between our physical energy and our spiritual energy.

On an on-going basis, the most important source of energy for our daily effectiveness is our physical energy. This is maintained by things like regular exercise, healthy eating, restful sleep, and so on. Our physical energy is the “fundamental source of fuel” that energizes all the others, from our emotional, to our mental, to our spiritual energy levels. If we are not stewarding our physical energy well, then the energy required for difficult emotional tasks, or tough mental exertion, or meaningful spiritual practices just won’t be there when we need it.

There’s a flip-side to the coin, though, because Loehr and Schwartz have also found that the energy we use to make the kind significant changes necessary for us to get better at stewarding our physical energy well—to give up the video games that are interfering with our sleep patterns, maybe, or to quit the smoking habit that’s slowly killing us, perhaps, to start eating better, or to figure out how to work an exercise routine into our schedule—the energy needed for these kinds of life-overhauls, they argue, is actually spiritual, not physical.

It is our spiritual energy—the deep-down commitments we make to higher causes and important principles—the Christian commitment to things like stewardship and discipleship, for instance—that motivates us for the changes needed to become more disciplined at managing our physical energy well.

In other words, they found that there was a positive feedback loop between spiritual and physical energy. Spiritual energy is the motivator for positive change, which leads to better management of our physical energy, which deepens the wells that our spiritual energy has to draw on, which improves our physical energy, and so on.

I found this concept profoundly helpful in my own understanding of the interplay between physical exercise and spiritual formation. Physical energy provides the fuel for deeper spiritual formation, and our spiritual commitments provide the motivation for getting better at stewarding our physical energy well.

Of course, Paul had never read The Power of Full Engagement when he talked about Christian discipleship in terms of the rigorous training an athlete undergoes, but it may be that he recognized this principle, even if he wouldn’t have put it in quite those words back in the first century AD. The words he did put it in are perhaps less technical but no less true: “Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training," he claims. "They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it get a crown that will last forever.”

The Mark of the Passover and the Mark of the Beast, a biblical observation

The other day during my devotional reading I happened to read Revelation 15:1-16:11 for my New Testament passage and Exodus 13:11-20 for my Old Testament passage. I just read a little bit of the New Testament and a little bit of the Old Testament each day, so these two passages had not been hand picked to go together or anything.  Even so, I noticed a fascinating connection between the two that I’d never seen before.

In Revelation 16:2 you get a reference to that most notorious of biblical images, the “mark of the Beast,"  a symbolic number that anyone who "followed the Beast" received to indicate their allegiance (Revelation 13:11-18). The specific identity of the Beast has dogged interpreters for millennia, but for today, let's just say that whatever else it is, the Beast in Revelation represents the idolatrous genus of the Roman Empire. By extrapolation, the Beast stands as a symbol for the diabolical impulse underlying every idolatrous empire-building project ever concocted by the human heart, from well before Rome, to millennia after it.

There’s far more going on here than can be unpacked in a 400 word blogpost, of course, but let me put it like this, at least: to receive “the mark of the Beast” is to offer unquestioned, unequivocal service and devotion to the “power structures” of this world (economic? political? technological? etc.), offering them the service and devotion that’s rightly due to God, and doing it, in particular, because of the personal benefits and/or power they give you in exchange.

But here's where it gets interesting, because the “mark of the Beast,” in Revelation’s imagery was a number you received specifically “on your hand and on your forehead,” indicating that you belonged to It. This is old news for some, maybe, but here’s the fascinating connection: in Exodus 13, God is rescuing his people from slavery in Egypt (Egypt, you might say is an earlier manifestation of the same Imperialistic Beast that Revelation has in mind).  But in Exodus 13:9, as he's breaking his people free from Egypt, God gives them the Passover feast as a memorial of their liberation, and then he says: "This observance (the Passover) will be like a sign on your hand and a reminder on your forehead” (13:9).

The human author of Exodus, of course, didn’t have Revelation in mind when he wrote that, but it’s all kinds of likely that the author of Revelation had Exodus in mind, when he suggested that choosing to serve the power structures of the World is sort of like taking an evil Beast’s “number” on your hand and your forehead. Because for the people of God, that spacethe forehead and the handwas reserved exclusively for God's mark of liberation.  And when we hold these two passages up together like this, we are profoundly reminded that the space on our hand and our forehead (symbolic maybe of our thought life and our actions?) is never blank. Either the world’s name is written there or the Lord’s name is written there, but it can’t be both and it can’t be neither.