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 has a book out: Fly-fishing the Arctic Circle to Tasmania: A Preacher’s Adventures and Reflections. Get it on Amazon today!

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.