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Jim White has been fishing since he was a young boy. He took that passion and traveled the world fishing in some of the most fascinating rivers and lakes. As a pastor (now retired), he co-led workshops on the spirituality of fly fishing and is about to complete his second book on the subject.
Check out Jim’s other books available on Amazon:
Intergenerational Religious Education: Models, Theory, and Prescription for Interage Life and Learning in the Faith Community
Christianity 101: Tracing Basic Beliefs
Referenced in the podcast:
The Cloud of Unknowing
The Song of Wandering Aengus
by William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun. |