Thanks to poet friend, Lesley-Anne Evans, for sharing this recently. Too good not to post here. Read, pray, sit, listen, be, repeat.
Author: robertalanrife
I have spent the better part of my life as a professional musician. Primarily, that has meant the fun and challenging world of church music. Most recently, I have transitioned out of my role as worship and music director for Yakima Covenant Church, Yakima, Washington to global service in Edinburgh, Scotland. I'm a singer-songwriter, liturgist, poet, and writer. I love words. I love to read them. I love to write them. Most of all, I love the many intersections, like a sacramental tapestry, of life, liturgy, literature, the arts, and spiritual formation...oh, and I love haggis.
Arrivals
I stumbled upon this one as I was looking for something else. Isn’t that always the case? Either way, I thought it a good idea to post here in case you find yourself here somewhere.
Uncle Jack
I am reading, for the fourth time, Surprised by Joy, the enigmatic memoir of Clive Staples Lewis; Jack to his friends. By his own admission, a “prig”, an intellectual snob, Lewis was also a little boy lost in the numinous worlds of creativity and imagination. He was a deeply thoughtful conservative when such terms weren’t so counterintuitive used together. In this, we differ. But, in so many of the ways closest to my own heart, we are kindred spirits; ‘are’ not ‘were’ because, through his writings and faith he lives on still…
innerwoven 